One thing about me: I love thrifting. I don’t always buy something when I go, but if I do then I’m definitely going to use or wear it. I mean, that’s just everywhere though. Not just while thrifting.
One thing I probably enjoy more than thrifting for clothes is thrifting for books. I love finding books that appear to be older with the pages slightly wrinkled or worn. Every book has their own personality, but I find more personality in the books sitting on the dusty shelves of thrift stores. It may sound like I have been doing this for a while, but honestly, I didn’t even really enjoy reading until a little over a year ago. In fact, the first book I ever thrifted was last summer, and was my book by Mitch Albom, For One More Day. Although I’m ashamed to say, I only recently finished the book… like a couple weeks ago. I took many breaks in between– partly because I didn’t want to finish the book. You know when you find a TV show you really enjoy watching and you hesitate to finish it because you know that when you finish it, you will never be able to enjoy it the same? Yeah. That’s how I felt about this book. Perhaps it was due to it being the first book I every truly owned (and was determined to read), and I wanted to savor the accomplishment of reading it. It’s a whole new experience reading a book that you and only you own. You have the “write” to do whatever you wish with it: underline your favorite passages, highlight meaningful phrases or words, or even write in it yourself. All things in which can express how you feel while reading it.
As I had mentioned earlier, I started reading this book immediately after I bought it in July, and even though it is only 197 pages long (lol), I very recently finished it. So yeah… I took a lot of breaks. If you guys know me, you know I really don’t cry. I mean sure, we all have our moments, but me– not so much. But believe me when I tell you, this end had me so emotional. I was crying crying. This book in general was so filled emotion though. The main character, Charlie or “Chick”, was going through it, and it felt like I was right there going through it with him. I could fell his pain, his guilt, his confusion, and his joy. This honestly was the type of book that made me want to become a better person after reading, and those are such important books in life. That’s the type of writing I wish to write one day. Such an inspiration. I’m not going to tell you what it was about because I’m not sure how to do so without giving away the book, but feel free take my word and read it 🙂
Thank you for taking the time to read my post. I hope you all have a good day and an even better week <3
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This was such a sweet, intimate post. I love hearing about the types of books other people like reading. Also, I too, love thrifting(in case you didn’t already know 😉
When I have time, I would love to analyze a book through and through. I’m sure it would help me find new techniques. Anyway, I also get what you mean by not being able to enjoy a book as much as when you first read it. I mean, you can appreciate it, but the first experience is unlike any other. But if I love a book enough, I would be willing to put the time and effort into keeping that love for it up.
I loved reading this blog post, by the way. Now I will have to read this book. But, anyway, I feel like we all have that one piece of writing that we really connect to, that we almost live by in some ways. I found the retelling of your journey through this book interesting, so thank you for sharing. There are few books that leave major impressions on me, so I would be interested in reading this one. It is always nice (kind of…) to find a book that you can connect to emotionally. For instance, although I rarely become too emotionally involved with narratives, The Book Thief gets me every time. I have read it at least five times (fully, that is), and I always end up moved despite knowing the outcome. Thanks (: