Today I walked to my local library not knowing they had an estate sell of books--many of which were quite old and beautiful. I giggled. It was like a candy store! "Fill a bag up for $3.00," they said. And the tears took over my eyes...
Maybe it wasn't that dramatic.
I stuck this book in the bag because of my love for Louisa May Alcott's "Little Women" in which the sisters play out the different parts of the book and build their castles in the sky.
The start of the book begins with an apology for the book written by the author. How funny!
I've unpacked the bags and tried to find places for all the books. I know that my home is crazy and packed and embodies all kinds of passions and art. Maybe it would be best if I didn't collect anymore books? Maybe I will end up like Sabrina Fairchild's father in Sabrina? Books will become furniture. Books will become the floors and walls. Books will decorate every nook and every cranny...
But I will collect them anyway.