Monday, August 29, 2005

Second-hand books

I bought a book at a second-hand bookshop a few days ago and found a love song, hand-written in ardent bubble-scrawl, tucked away in its pages. I wonder who it was for. And whether it was ever read. Old books are fun that way. They carry so many lives within them, in the marginalia that scuttles around the borders of the text. It's almost like getting to know another person.

7 Comments:

Blogger Crazed Teacher said...

there is aik alaida sa maza in reading old books, i love the pages yellowed by time, it makes me think how many hands it has passed thru and then finally reached me and will stay there for ever because i dont plan on putting it back in circulation. it might be greedy on my part but who gives away ones treasure right?

7:29 AM  
Blogger baj said...

yeah, nostalgic, sweet thoughts of generations of loving readers leafing through the books is nice. but finding gum, snot, and/or unrecognizable stains is not.

3:50 AM  
Blogger Crazed Teacher said...

u need to change ur old booger sho...oh i mean old book shop

6:13 AM  
Blogger Nabil said...

I once found a dead/rotting mosquito in a book :/

1:12 PM  
Blogger karrvakarela said...

Ushi: I'd never give my books away.

Baji: Yup, that happens too. But usually with the saltier books. What kind of books do you read anyways? (Hain hain hain?!)

Nabil: some ace probably caught it between the pages and snapped the covers shut. Thanks for dropping by. Nice to see you here.

1:10 AM  
Anonymous Bushra said...

You could even meet a half-blood prince in there.

8:48 AM  
Blogger karrvakarela said...

Yeah, or his ink-and-paper twin

5:51 AM  

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