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Gorgeous old book from 1948 |
I remember my mom making me swear up and down that I would take exquisite care of the book. I had always read a lot. My house was packed to overflowing with books and my parents were always willing to buy me more. But this was the first time I really felt reverence for a book. I worshiped it.
These aren't just books. They aren't just old books. They belonged to my grandfather, a man I have exactly one memory of. Reading these books makes me feel a bit more connected to my own family history. They are books that my grandfather read. Not just stories, but the actual books. My mom read them, I've read a few, and I hope that my kids will read them someday.
When Boyfriend and I bought our house, I was able to claim one of the rooms as a library/office for myself. I began hinting heavily that I wanted the books. At my mom's house they're living in boxes, but I have room to display them. A classic collection like this needs to be sitting on a shelf, not in boxes.
As a birthday surprise, my mom sent me two of the books. It's even more special because this copy of Pride and Prejudice was my introduction to Jane Austen, as it was my mom's before me. Now I just need to find spots for these books on my extensive reading list. In the meantime, at least they have a place in my library
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Awesome birthday present |
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