Some people call it hoarding, I call it collecting. I don’t know what it is about old books, but I find them beautiful. Over the weekend, I visited a charity bookfest to rummage through piles and piles of old books in hope of discovering a gem or two. Beautiful, fabric covered books from the early 20th Century – delicately penned in the top corner of the first page with a name, sometimes a date or a message. I particularly love finding those books which are dog-eared and underlined with notes scrawled in the margins. Those are books that have been treasured and loved.
The highlights from my rummage were:
*An illustrated 1953 copy of Hemingway’s ‘Old Man and the Sea’
* An Anthology of Poems that lived on a shelf of the British Council Library in Paris in from 1945 – 1958 (library records still in tact on the front page)
* A dog-eared book on ‘Courage’ – the transcript of a 1922 address to St Andrews University printed on heavy cardstock pages – in which has an old, grainy black and white snapshot of a middle-aged woman has been used as a bookmark
*A beautiful Children’s picture book from the 60’s about a polar bear named Pierre who goes exploring in a city