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
You’re thanked for that goodness!
My wife used to handle library returns. They had to examine each book for signs of bed bugs, and found interesting things used as bookmarks. Sometimes money, personal notes, or random business cards.
But I tell you, no story beat: A razor blade. Yep. Just fell right out from the pages. Naked and sharp. How’s that for chaotic evil??
(Thankfully nobody was harmed. Glad they all wore gloves!)
Well that’s a terrible bookmark! You have to be able to pick a bookmark up safely I feel!
Right?! And who would have a razor so close by that it would even make a convenient “Oh I’ll just use this then” bookmark? That was a weird one. I hope it wasn’t some kind of cruel joke.
On the other hand, she found like $50 once. Who knew books would be risk/reward mystery chests?
In any case, once a book is returned, it’s purged from the user’s history for privacy reasons, so… (Shrug!)