One would think that I am at my great love of books, they also treat with care and with kid gloves.
shame on me.
My favorite books look read. Some of them are in a wretched condition, have kinks are patched with adhesive on the back or torn and some of them have with bath water Acquaintance closed. In some still are remains from the sand of a beach holiday and some of them are angedreckelt or even have nasty patch, because I once again read while eating (or vice versa) and have had a fit of gross motor skills.
One can compare it with Lieblingsteddies: worn and kaputtgeschmust, one eye missing, through the seams of the swell filling, an arm was reattached, but just because you love them especially.
Anyone who looks at my books will immediately recognize that I have chosen my book to friends and always read. Yes, I belong to the evil people who have opened the books lying around. Donkey ears, but I do not (at least not intentionally).
different matter of course looks at real or borrowed books. Since I am very careful.
But my pocket books? Evil evil Iago.
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