Guilty Pleasures. We all have one.
Maybe yours is Starbucks frappucinos, or placemats or funky high heels. Maybe it’s an old VHS tape, a crummy t-shirt or early 90s dance song.
I know what mine is. You may be able to guess.
I am a strong woman until I see those three little words.
Used. Book. Sale.
Like today. I stopped by our local library book sale because I wrote on my calendar (*ahem about 6 months ago) that it was our local library book sale week. It was glorious. I love thumbing through piles and piles of books. Old, new, fiction, poetry, travel, classics.
New books smell good, but old books smell better. I am not sure why that is.
I take that back. Old books that are well taken care of smell good. Old ones that smell like musty basement cardboard boxes I can do without and I will plug my nose as I pass it by.
Old books that are loved have a certain smell. Any book-lover will agree. It’s as if all the tea, muffins, cable knit throw blanket and hearth-side reading chairs all leave little pieces of themselves absorbed into the paper. It’s like all the rainy skies, warm book-reading hands, loud laughs, grimaces and even the tears have been stuck inside to form a simple, papery smell that can not be reproduced.
The other perk about used books is that they are already broken in. There’s no need to feel bad about dog-earring a page because you can’t find your bookmark, which I never can. I love that you can hold the book wide open one-handedly. There is no spine-crackling, finger-lickin’ stiff page-turning or weird new book smell.
The yellowed pages. The cracked spine. The scuffed corners. Just like wrinkles and age spots, they are marking the journey it’s taken through time.
I especially love when there are messages written inside.
I have the funniest one in my Wurthing Heights novel. It’s from a girl to some boy (okay, who think he actually read Wuthering Heights? I’m going to say no.) and she talked about how the novel is like their love – it transcends time and place. *insert guffaws here*
Books can take you anywhere. Pick one up soon. Short ones count too.
And always, always read the book before you watch the movie. You won’t regret it.
Unless it’s the Vampire Diaries series. Because, well…. trust me.