I seldom think of the lives of books before they come into my hands or after they leave my possession. I’ve sold books online, traded them at bookstores, swapped them, shared them, and donated them to various places. And I don’t generally wonder where they wind up. I’ve bought them new at big bookstores and indies and used book stores, swapped them, found them on the sale shelf at the library.
I notice ex-libris or discard stamps but not much else about used books, unless they are damaged in some way (except for one occasion when a five dollar bill fell out of the book cover).
A used copy of Elizabeth Wein’s The Winter Price arrived today. And on the flyleaf, Wein autographed the book with a note to the owner/buyer, who apparently worked at the post office at the time. Hmm. Now I’m wondering about the life and travels of this book.
Recent discards of TGBP2013:
Antipodes Jane by Barbara Ker Wilson — a lot of people mentioned this as an early Jane Austen fan fiction set in Australia. Eh.
The Weaver Takes A Wife by Sherri Cobb South — Trad Regency, with a newly wealthy, non-titled hero, lots of tell tell tell, little show.
The Grail King by Joy Nash — Roman Britian-set romance. Eh.
It’s Not About the Accent by Caridad Ferrer. YA — if this were published today, it might be considered NA. I liked it well enough when I first read it (2007) to keep it but upon a reread of the first few chapters it didn’t engage me enough keep reading or prompt me to put it back in the keep pile.