1,000 books

I don’t want to make it a habit of posting with images, but sometimes a picture represents your 1,000th book.  That you own.  In your house.  You’re a grown-ass man now, Fuller.


Amanda picked it up for us last week.  It’s appropriate on a couple of levels: it’s an old book (1942), and it’s about Canadians.  I love old, used books.  I feel a dusty connection to all the prior owners and readers when I pick up an old book.  And the smell–oh baby, I love that smell.  Also, the Canada thing: my mom is from a town 40 miles from the Canadian border in upstate NY, I had Canadian roommates just after college, and I once went for a drunken joy-ride in a stolen country club golf cart during some friends’ wedding in Toronto.  In that moment, it was the right thing to do.


1 Comment

  1. amandaburnhamrfp

    Let’s not forget the fact that it was written by Mr. Wrong.


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