My world began when I encountered a book.
It had a leather cover with gold letters etched across the front. There were flakes of leather peeling off and silver on the ends of the pages. The pages were thin, so very thin, and there were so many words. The wine was weak and the inside pages were strong, but that wouldn't hold it together.
As my 3 year old fists grabbed the covers and pulled, my parents screamed as I tore apart their oldest version of their Bible. And then, used my mouth to hold onto it as they tried to get it back from me.
... They forgave me for that. But the taste of that leather, I'll never forget. The texture against my tongue, my lips, and my fingers will never be gone.
Thus started my obsession with rare and old books.
... as a bibliophile.
As my 3 year old fists grabbed the covers and pulled, my parents screamed as I tore apart their oldest version of their Bible. And then, used my mouth to hold onto it as they tried to get it back from me.
... They forgave me for that. But the taste of that leather, I'll never forget. The texture against my tongue, my lips, and my fingers will never be gone.
Thus started my obsession with rare and old books.
... as a bibliophile.
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