Today I went into an antique store and, to my delight, they had old books! And they were selling them for three dollars each! I almost died.
After sitting there for about ten minutes staring at the books like an insane freak, I found three that I really liked. One was copyrighted in 1919, one in 1887, and one didn't have a date in it, but it looked pretty old.
The one from 1887 looked like it had white paint splattered in it. It was kinda disappointing that it wasn't in better condition, but I wanted it really badly anyway because it's just SO OLD and other then that it was in pretty good condition for being 124 years old, so I just chose to ignore the paint.
Upon a closer inspection during the car ride home, I discovered that the "paint" could be wiped off.
So of course my first thought was- Anthrax or Cocaine.
After nearly hyperventilating because of the thought that it could be anthrax, my mom told me it was just the paint getting old and flaking off.
Way to kill the excitement, mom.
Abby Noel
2 comments:
Just say no (:
I love old books, although I don't really know why, there's just something charming about them. I never read them though. Sometimes I read the first few pages, then they just sit in my room and collect dust. Old Fairytale books however are my wet dream, I can't say how many times I've read those stories :)
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