Anyone who knows me at all knows that I love books. Old books. I will literally walk into a bookstore, amble my way into the antique book aisle and stick my nose between the pages just so that I can enjoy that “old book” smell. On my bookshelf at home I have mixed both old and new books and the perfume emitted is divine.
I often imagine my dream home and while I don’t quite have the location figured out, I know that it must have a library. Or at least one room dedicated to books. Knowing this, my friend decided to take me to an antique store — where I was immediately captivated by the old books. My attention was briefly swayed by a lovely jewelry box but I would not forego this book.
So I bought it. It’s been well-loved and it has a wonderful phrase written on the inside by Frank to his Dorothy that reads: “Should this book perchance to roam, slap it’s face and send it home.”
If the old book wasn’t enough to make me smile, those words written on the inside in the year that the Titanic sank were certainly enough to make me happy 🙂