It was a gorgeous October day. One of those days you want to grab and hold on to. A day to just walk, no destination in mind.
To simply wander. Scuffing your feet in the autumn leaves. Smelling the breeze scented with smells of the river and the ocean.
To stroll into the used-bookstore and poke among the shelves. Perhaps find a Louis Penny novel to add to your collection. Or some old books one could use to create a new altered book.
To my delight and astonishment I saw high on a shelf two books with post-notes marked FREE. Two books with damaged spines and fragile pages brown with age. Carefully, delicately I turned the pages on these worn and battered books. What treasure I held in my hands.
The works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, poet laureate. Published in London and New York by Macmillan and Co. in 1892, Eight hundred and three pages of the works of Tennyson.
The second book was even more worn. It had been well-loved and well used.
It was volume one of the complete works of Robert Burns.
Holding my breath I started turning the pages. The book had been published in l886 by Gebbie & Co., Publishers, Philadelphia.
Memory filled pages of songs and poems.
Copies of his letters and scribblings.
Maps of the countryside.
You just never know what romance you’ll find in a Ladner book store.
“And you didn’t have to go to Florence to find it”, whispered a fellow lover of old books.