Rose White
VIP Member
On my night walk tonight came across a little wooden house that had mountains of books in the front yard. All jumbled and piled and spilling out of boxes and falling-apart bookshelves. Across the whole front yard. That house had been a little ramshackle for a long time with an empty bird bath and fairy and frog lawn ornaments, and a little dilapidated bench. I could see the house had been emptied, next to the book mountains was a roll off dumpster.
I pieced together the owner of the books from the book topics. She loved Christmas most of all, and crafts, and British mysteries, and she taught children. She loved cats and magazines of all kinds and hosting parties and baking. It had rained lightly today so everything was already getting ruined. But much of the lot already ruined—torn and dirty and folded.
I got a Penguin classic “Silas Mariner” by George Eliot and an 8x11 Dover classic for children “Perrault’s Fairy Tales” illustrated by Gustave Doré. Some of the illustrations are stunning! I could frame them but I don’t want to dismantle the book.
I pieced together the owner of the books from the book topics. She loved Christmas most of all, and crafts, and British mysteries, and she taught children. She loved cats and magazines of all kinds and hosting parties and baking. It had rained lightly today so everything was already getting ruined. But much of the lot already ruined—torn and dirty and folded.
I got a Penguin classic “Silas Mariner” by George Eliot and an 8x11 Dover classic for children “Perrault’s Fairy Tales” illustrated by Gustave Doré. Some of the illustrations are stunning! I could frame them but I don’t want to dismantle the book.