Nearly all of the books on the overflowing shelves of this neighborhood have been used–have been finished, or flipped through or flirted with.


The patrons, the treasure seekers of these secondhand shops understand that this is a good thing. That “used” does not mean “lessened”.

They understand that “worn” does not equal “forlorn”, that “used” does not mean “damaged” but rather that a purpose is being fulfilled.

And, as they drag their thumbs across textured spines, or turn through spotted pages, they understand that “used” does not mean there is any less to offer. They discover that, for every new pair of eyes that fall upon its pages, a book has new life to give.

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A bright eyed, TEFL certified, PNW girl teaching English in Budapest, Hungary.

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