There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
Ugh, I feel unrepresented. I sort of remember where I was, read a bit to see if I recognize it, and then skip a little forward or backwards depending. I have definitely skipped entire chapters before because the style/sentences sounded like what I remember.