This afternoon Trout and I picked up a bunch of vegetables and a few other ingredients for dinner from our favourite shop, Taj. On the way we bumped into some friends – this is one of the main reasons that I love Brighton. There is almost always a friendly face waiting for you around the corner.
Once we came home and unpacked the food, I sat down on the sofa to read some more of my book. After thirty minutes or so I saw a thin piece of paper poking out of the book jacket, and investigated. I pulled lightly on the paper and eased it out. Four or five other slips of paper followed it, each with a handwritten sentence scrawled on the front.
I do love random finds like this. I wonder in what mind the person who read this book before me was in. Did they intend to leave the personal notes? Were they crying when they read the book? Were they happy when they wrote the notes? How long had it been since they were happy? Had they forgotten?
Have you ever found anything in a library book?