Why We’re Obsessed With the Used Book Smell |
[ad_1] My partner Julia owns a 1965 paperback edition of Hemmingway’s A Moveable Feast. It lives on our bookshelf in a special section, asleep atop Dickens, Faulkner, and Allan Sichel’s The Penguin Book of Wines. It is creased and cracked, the back hangs on by a quarter-inch of yellowing paper, and a dog’s ear adorns … Read more