There's a reason why I'll crib, rant and rave about the lack of space at home for all the books that I'll want to buy throughout my lifetime, but still never switch over to e-books for good.
Each book has a history. It goes beyond savoring the smell of a new book or sneezing from the dust of an old one. I've always inscribed my books and made people who gifted me books do the same. They might not be the book inscribing kind but even a few words scribbled has been mandatory for me.
Along with the date and the location that I find when I open an old book, I also rediscover myself from those days of yore.
Recently I re-read a book after a long while and found an inscription by my BFF2. It was given on the occasion of my birthday and a nickname was mentioned that'd fallen into disuse but used to be the norm years ago.
That's the magic of a book...it not only takes you places with what the author's words have woven but each book carries a piece of your history in it as well.
Red dislikes too many trips into nostalgia but it suits me just fine.
Sometimes nostalgia is the only thing that helps you get a grip on the present.
Over and out.
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