I love inscriptions on flyleaves and notes in margins, I like the comradely sense of turning pages someone else turned, and reading passages someone long gone has called my attention to.
Soy una apasionada de los libros escritos por testigos oculares.
If you happen to pass by 84 Charing Cross Road, kiss it for me? I owe it so much.
It looks too new and pristine ever to have been read by anyone else, but it has been: it keeps falling open at the most delightful places as the ghost of its former owner points me to things I've never read before.
