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So I'm of the belief that one of the finest things in life is a well loved book. A book with yellowed pages and a weathered spine, clear water/tea/coffee damage... That comes with time.
Usually you have to get those books firsthand and weather them down to that point yourself, or possibly find it at a library sale or a garage sale.
But occasionally. Occasionally someone will see you reading a book and say "I have something for you" before handing you something so rare, so important.
A book. A book with bent corners and crinkled pages from getting wet one too many times. A book that has creases in the spine and the cover from where its been bent over and over again.
That kind of book is special. The kind of book that has been loved and been passed along with intention, not just happenstance, a knowledge that the one being gifted it will love it just as much.
Those kinds of books mean something.