Love old bookstores. Love old books. I love reading.
Back in the days before color TV…My mother paid me 25 cents for each encyclopedia I would read in the summer. I only got a dime for ironing shirts so choosing a book clearly was a better deal.
There is an ethereal experience holding the pages, smelling the ink and paper, touching the roughness of a binding ready to crumble. Reading an old book is a different experience than scrolling through your kindle — you can touch the connection, you can feel the impressions from the press.
While I love some old classics , tales of mythical legends and books that make me laugh… my all time favorite book is : The Joys of Reading : Life’s Greatest Pleasure by Burton Rascoe. written in 1937. I don’t even remember where I found it. When I opened the pages with great care… I could see it had passed through many hands. It was faded, pages fragile from use, highlighted and dog eared. I had to have it.
“The Iliad, writes GK Chesterton , is only great because all life is a battle. The Odyssey because all life is a journey, The Book of Job because all life is a riddle. “