Second Hand Books I love second hand books. My heart leaps at a title I didnâ€™t even know I wanted un
I love second hand books. My heart leaps at a title I didn’t even know I wanted until I see it on a shelf or sandwiched in a pile of other titles. It was waiting for me. Waiting for me all along. It’s a strange dynamic, the book that finds you and accompanies you home: half surprise, half inevitability. How the falcon returns to the falconer. You feel stirred and grateful. When the book you didn’t know you needed finds you, becomes yours, all yours, it parallels encounters with people you’ve known and loved, how the best of them return to you, if you’re lucky, and we’re all lucky sometimes. It makes second-hand bookstores magical enclaves of humanity. They contain multitudes.