Secondhand books are amazing. Some faded letters, torn covers, missing pages and sometimes bookmarks and scribbled notes are amazing. They are uniquely beautiful than the ones kept in shelves waiting to be dusted. Their pages hold tears, kisses, smiles, hugs and what not. They are beautiful even with their spines broken. For they are loved and read time and again and has a little history hidden itself within the pages.
Maybe the desire of books are always to be read and shared.