For me it might just be the old book smell that’s intriguing.

I have a hobby of collecting old paperbacks with cracked spines and fading prints, often second or third hand.

It gives me a rush to see how a story holds another story which holds another now, mine. Often those old yellow books have notes, names of people from whom it went to who. declarations of love,some happy birthdays,others just generous giveaways and often I wonder to myself what would that person have thought reading this part,or would xyz have cried too?

Its good to know someone and to not know them at the same time.