There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
I throw dust jackets away immediately, because I think they’re an abomination and books look and feel better without them. And then I dog-ear the pages because it gives them character.
I must be extra chaotic extra evil.
I throw them away because I will tear them, the tears will catch on my hands, and it will slide half-off at the worst possible time.
Fuck me I hate those things. Straight to the trash.