This book from 1951 sat at the thrift store for about five weeks. It was somewhat unique, as it had the same title as one of John Grisham’s earlier novels, one that I read many years ago. This one had a battered dust jacket that I fixed.

It sat, week after week, even after its blue sticker was the non-sale tag a second time, so it went through the entire sale tag cycle at the ARC thrift.

I finally bought it for several reasons: I’ve been reading a lot of old books lately; it isn’t very long, it is a genre that I like, and nobody else wanted it. I saved a book. Obviously, I can’t save every book, but this one? Okay.

Another great example of a book I wanted to buy, but couldn’t because it was so ruined by doodles and underlining.

I recently watched a video by a guy who has a bookstore and reads a hundred books a year; he said that reading is a conversation and one should have food stains, writing, notes, underlining, etc, in books.

I believe that one should get jail time for this kind of thing!