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I actually really appreciate second-hand books. It sounds weird, but it makes it feel like there's more life to a book knowing others have read that exact copy.
by jb775 6y ago
I actually really appreciate second-hand books. It sounds weird, but it makes it feel like there's more life to a book knowing others have read that exact copy. I also find it interesting and often helpful reading notes or underlined/highlighted parts of the book.
I recently purchased a few books from thriftbooks.com and noticed they shipped from different locations....I'm not sure if they're run as a marketplace where individual sellers can post books, or if they have multiple warehouses.
- Mediterraneo10 6y agoI also enjoy buying used books where one can tell that the previous owner treasured the book over the years and made notes or highlights. However, the demise of the sewn binding – publishers have shifted to shoddy glued bindings even for prestige titles like the collected works of many poets – means that there will probably be less well-used and loved books around, since the binding is likely to give out already within the time that the first owner has the book.
- bookofjoe 6y agoRight up your alley: https://archive.vn/jMbcO https://archive.vn/jMbcO
- scottlocklin 6y agoBinding is something you can do at home with minimal equipment. I have a fair sized library with lots of old books; got into bookbinding as a side effect to keep everything ticking over. Even acidic paper is something you can deal with, though it's more difficult than cutting off lousy glue bindings and replacing with something better.
- mrmanner 6y agoThis! Also books are like wine - they smell better when they're aged.
- chrisseaton 6y ago> I actually really appreciate second-hand books. Do you think this is some kind of controversial or unusual opinion? Almost everyone loves second-hand bookshops. They just don't buy many books in them. And when they do the profit for the shop is tiny. So it's hard for them to keep going.
- 618033988749894 6y agoI was once browsing Asimov titles in a used bookstore. I had read his nonfiction but none of his fiction. Out of curiosity I picked up a copy of The Gods Themselves, and tucked between the pages I found a folded-up copy of his obituary torn out of the New York Times. I bought the book for the obituary and as a bonus I loved the reading the book.