I overheard this conversation between two girls, where one didn’t want to lend the other a book because she liked to keep her books in mint condition (“you FOLD the corners ? Oh god no”). Like girl what ? (to each their own I guess??) surely that is the joy of books- for these pages to be passed around, shared, worn and tattered. For stories to be read and re-read, each time with new rips in the page or the ever satisfying feeling of folding a corner. Scars of your journey with the story.
I want the book to FEEL how much I loved reading it. To be loved is to be changed !! i will happily crack the spine of this fine novel and enjoy it !! Read it and weep sad book girl 🤚🏻
