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
Chaotic good. I have bookmarks, I just forget to use them.
I have a very old book (published in 1794) that has leaves, spiders, some writing, as well as fire and water damage. Not worth anything in the condition it’s in, but it’s mine and I love it. I’ve always wanted to know why there were spiders in it, but I’m thankful it’s not bound in human leather.
Save for a few I bought second hand, and the first book I ever owned (I managed to have it signed by the author 20 years later) the rest of my books look like they are fresh off a bookstore shelf.
I’m pretty sure the story of the book spiders began with: “a spider walked onto the page.”