i'm starting to fall in love with vintage, eclectic books. not only for the literary content, since many have no prolific significance, but the thoughts of previous readers and what drew them to the work. i think i started earlier this year when i was in london. i hit up some outdoor/indoor market near angel. i picked up this small old distressed leather prayer book with an imprint of a gold cross on it. i had to buy it. visually it was stunning, such age and character. the entire walk back to my friends flat i couldn't stop thinking; what would cause someone to pawn a holy book for a few quid? how desperate must this person have been? or did he/she loose all faith in the all mighty? i bought it for 5 pounds for my friend. she understood why i got it for her, others did not.
fuck barnes & noble.
