February may be our Love of Reading month but face it who doesn’t love books ALL the time? Everything from the cover art, to the feel of holding the book in your hands, to turning that page. Nothing truly compares to (or has that smell), quite like a book. This is the true story of a sometimes book collector.
Hi, My name is Todd and I am a nostalgic reader…
I was recently reminded of how much I actually do enjoy a good book. I don’t consider myself a “Bookie” by any means. But I do love nostalgia. As an adult, I lean toward collecting those forgotten or hidden gems I had found as a youngster. Everytime I re-read one of these text ridden treasures, I am instantly taken back to the time and place of where I originally read it and that excitement floods through me all over again.
Recently, one of our long time customers brought in a large amount of books for trade. Some newer, some vintage. A great collection that had just a little bit of every genre in it. As we were going through the piles of books, from the middle of one of the piles, I pull out a light blue hardcover book and noticed the name Andre Norton. My heart jumped. There it was! My absolute favorite book as a child. I couldn’t believe it. A story I had read over and over again. A tale originally my third grade English/Science teacher made us read. It was a tale set in the future, yet seemed in the present. It touched on a very real reality that was as scary and even worse now. The subject of Pollution.