I have always had a soft spot for old books. Their colors, their size, the idea that they have been passed around and loved on. To me they are small, portable time machines. But if a girl (me) does not have the sort of personal library space that you might find at Pemberly, she must narrow her focus a bit. For a while I collected old copies of Little Women, Winnie the Pooh and Pride and Prejudice. But again, I only have so much room. And I believe strongly in things being both functional and beautiful. I am not sure how functional multiple copes of Little Women are.
A Homemade Year I began digging around for books about how people - in America and around the world- celebrate the feast and holidays in the Church Year (Advent, Lent, All Saints Day, Michealmas.) I also began looking for books of written prayers, essays and other observations about the Liturgy of the Hours. Many of these traditions and practices have been lost in our busy, frenetic lives and so the books I found most helpful were often old, dusty, vintage works that I found buried in church libraries around town.
So now I buy old books, but I buy ones that I can use for inspiration and reference in my writing and in our family observances. Books about holiday traditions for entertaining, crafting and cooking. I also look for prayer books, biographies of Saints and Monks, and Church history written for children.
Though I do tend to pass up the versions that make the Crusades out to be a glorious adventure for good. Yikes.
Last week Sweet Man, Wylie, my friend Kerri and I, all hit our local libraries book sale where I managed to snag these few finds between having to sit and rest the ole foot.
Why don't they make books to look like this anymore? So lovely. Even though I am a die-hard book lover and reader, I will be the first to admit that I am often drawn to a book by it's cover. Finding pretty books that turn out to be good books is always delightful in my opinion.
Do you have an old book addiction? Surely it isn't just me.