Every once in a while, I find an inscription in the used books that I buy. A lot of times, they’re things like “The Library of Jane Smith, 1998”, but others are almost a little sad. A dedication from what seems like one good friend to another that ends up in a used book shop makes you wonder what happened to the friend (or the friendship)
A few that I’ve found in my books:
Thanks for sharing your hospital visitation expertise with me.
Found in Ansel Adams in Color
Celebrating the commonalities and individualities of being buddies.
Found in The Duino Elegies and Sonnets to Orpheus by Rainer Maria Rilke
And a lovely bookplate from the 1930s:
Harold E. H-”
From An Elementary Old English Grammar
And then there were the notes in Chinese (or maybe Japanese?) from a copy of Loren Eisley’s Immense Journey I purchased for a college class: