Saturday, March 31, 2012

The Vintage Bookworm


I have a particularly vivid memory of spending an entire rainy afternoon at my grandmother's house reading her original copy of Snow White - carefully turning the crumbly-edged pages, my fingers touching the ragged linen edges of the hardcover - the smell of the old ink, the slight dampness of the paper.  In that moment, a love of all things old and precious was born.  Vintage books have always held a strange allure for me.  There is something so moving about all those colourful spines with gold lettering that have bravely held together someone else's words for the children of the future to behold.  Magic.  





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4 comments:

Jane said...

Oh Ang. Heart a-flutter in Hobart! J x

Simone said...

i just adore picking up a gorgeous old vintage book and wondering at the life it has led! Kindles can never replace the beauty of a book!

Laura said...

I am really, really looking forward to the Great Gatsby movie!! it is going to be fabulous i think! hope you are well!
laurax

Special 'K' said...

I love this bedroom image and those gorgeous old books. Thanks for sharing. Cheers SpecialK XoXo

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