There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
I’m not sure who would stop reading in the middle of a page/paragraph (neutral good), but if I were to do that, I’d have re-read the whole page.