I found this picture on Pinterest. One of my favorite activities, and sadly one I haven’t been able to do in far too long, is to rummage through an old book barn. I love to find the really old books that still have notes and mementos from a previous owner contained within. I enjoy it for the exact reason given in this quote. I like to read the book, read the note or newspaper clipping, and imagine who that person was. What was happening in their life at the time in which they read this book?