When I opened up the Black Stallion, I was a little sad to see that Jill didn't care if Grandma and Grandpa Jackson gave her the book back in '55. But then I was even more sad that the g-rents didn't know how to spell their own names. Maybe they were the ones that needed to keep the book? I flipped through the pages and loved the bold, graphic illustrations.
I feel like older publications of books are so much prettier. The illustrations are more intricate, and the colors of the covers are nothing short of awesome. The copy of Mark Twain and the River won my heart with the teal and orange (hello, my wedding colors), and when I opened it and saw the awesome portrait of Mark himself -- oh man, I knew this book had to find a spot on my bookshelf. Plus, the rest of the drawings in the book were just as kick-ass. I definitely got a smile out of the barely legible stamp on the cover claiming the book for an Oklahoma school library. So now the question is why did the librarian get rid of it? Or better yet -- who racked up such a huge library late fee that their only option was to thieve a book?
Ya know how people say "if walls could talk"? Well, what if books could tell us about their readers, their givers and receivers? Maybe Jill never wanted to give away her book -- maybe the same library-book-thief stole hers, too, and she was devastated. Or maybe Jill hates book, and she stole Mark Twain from the library so nobody else would suffer what she suffered...*sigh* I guess I'll never know.
Nevertheless, welcome home books...welcome home.