There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
I use the dust jacket flap.
I throw dust jackets away immediately, because I think they’re an abomination and books look and feel better without them. And then I dog-ear the pages because it gives them character.
I must be extra chaotic extra evil.
Fuck me I hate those things. Straight to the trash.
I throw them away because I will tear them, the tears will catch on my hands, and it will slide half-off at the worst possible time.
I’d love to do this clearly easier method except that dust jackets are the devil. One, they ALWAYS get ruined, ALWAYS. Two, they’re weirdly loud if you read in bed & your partner is trying to sleep. Three they sure don’t keep dust off if you store books on a shelf standing up