I usually get out of the house at 6:45am in the morning to catch my train to work.
Today, however I am not sure what’s got into me, I got up early and by 6:35am I was out of the door. The earliest I have clocked for the past 2 years living in city of Reading, or maybe earliest ever for a long long time. 😉
When I walked two blocks down to catch my train, I came across a plastic bag of bric-a-brac and most of the items are books sprawled on the floor with half the the books soaked in the rain.
I quickly cast my eyes over and found a book that I think I would read, Kiran Desai’s Inheritance of Loss. I walked away, stopped and thought to myself , “No, wait I’m going back for more.” So I turned back and picked up the “Wild Swans“. There are other books like Cecilia Ahern’s Thanks for the Memories, Jennifer Weiner’s Body and Piccoult’s My sister’s keepers in the pile. I read Body in 2004, but I would rather die than read Ahern or Piccoult.
So here they are, both books from the bin to my home:
As you can see, some of the pages are soaked. I need to air them to dry. If it didn’t rain last night, the book would have been new. The Inheritance of Loss was actually a Christmas gift to the previous owner, who coincidentally called Kiran. I read Wild Swans in 1998, I would like to re-read it.
Most people discuss book pile from library loot, mailbox Mondays, or loan from friends… here I am talking about book pile (well they are not exactly in a pile, they are sprawled all over) next to a bin.
But the find made my day. I feel extremely lucky today. It is just one of those feelings that you get when you get up really early and you walk away with the feeling of achieving more or like me, gaining two books on the way to work!
I am still wondering what kind of person do you think could throw away their books like that?