Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The books that connect us.

Whenever I buy a used book, it makes me wonder. Who read this before me? How many people read this? Did the owner of this book let other people borrow it? What did they think about it? Did it reflect their lives in any way?

And then I wonder who else in my life may have read this, and how old they were, and how it impacted their life. We take away pieces of the things we read, and I wonder, for the people in my life, what those pieces are.

I want to know. Books connect us to each other.

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