USED BOOKS ARE TREASURES

There is something really wonderful about a used book from the bookstore. The fact that you don't know where it's been, but you imagine that it's helped someone pass the time, or kept them preoccupied during a hard time in their life.

I stopped into JJ Books a couple of weeks ago and found a book called Magic by William Goldman. I've never read anything by him. I'm on chapter 4 and am liking it so far. I think I am more adoring the fact that maybe someone somewhere sat on a park bench and read it, or somewhere near the water. The pages of this book has seen hundreds of intimate moments, heard hundreds of secret conversations, and saw countless facial expressions from who knows how many people.

That is so cool.  I like new books, but there's something a bit more about a used one that kind of makes them feel like treasures.

Me with my uncombed hair, and blanket getting ready to stretch out on the couch and read

Me with my uncombed hair, and blanket getting ready to stretch out on the couch and read