Have you ever asked yourself what happens to all those books in a bookstore, once they get old and dusty? Some of them might end up recycled, some destroyed and lost forever. But some of them are still out there, waiting for someone to just pick them up and re-read their story again. Every book has it’s own story. Story that turns into a mystery once the book is put away.
That’s why my favourite place to shop is actually many places. Places in a narrow streets which people instinctively avoid on their walks down the city center. In these narrow streets, you might find 2 things: either cruel and surprising death, or…an ancient second-hand bookshop.
Full of national and world treasury, these places contain so many books that are unwanted by their previous owners. And this might be the reason why I keep coming back to places like these. I think of unwanted books like puppies just left to their fate somewhere on the edge of the road.
And I always hold my breath when opening an old book. If it’s an old journal without a title, it’s even better. The element of surprise and wonder is so satisfying.
Don’t worry, books! Once, once…I will save you all, so you can feel the sense of being wanted again!