I love books, all kinds of books in any condition, but especially old books with that old book smell.
I don't even want to count how many books I own or how many I need to photograph to resell on etsy.
I know the books in these photos are mostly old and ratty looking but they are still readable and have wonderful deckle edged pages. One of my neighbors put a crate full of these books and more out for the trash man to pick up the next morning.
SHOCK HORROR NO NO THAT'S JUST WRONG
Why would someone throw away perfectly good books rather than at least donating them to the charity shop that's only a 1/2 mile away?
So I stopped and scooped them up pronto. This is only half of them. There were several on wilderness survival I am keeping and even one from the author I collect that I rarely find here in Texas, Woo Hoo!
The only downside is that where-ever they were kept someone must be a chain smoker. They reeked so badly I didn't really want to bring them in the house. In fact the other half are still in the trunk of my car. I put 4 dryer sheets between pages in each book and sealed 3 each in a ziploc for a week. Seems to have worked fairly well. I will probably continue to let them air out for a while before trying to sell them.
This is right up there with the people who burned a stack of braille books simply because no one was there that read them anymore. Why do people not think about someone else anymore? Why is it so hard for some to stop, on their way to the grocery store, and donate stuff to a charity? I must be getting old, I just don't get how some folks can be so very self centered. At least I saved these books and several already have a nice home - mine. :-)