There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
There are only two kinds of books that are truly loved - those pristine and undamaged, and those which look like they’ve been through the apocalypse
Absolutely, putting a book down open face will fuck up the spine, and if done for a long time or repeatedly, the whole book will be deformed and maybe even fall apart.
That seems much more chaotic to me than dog earing a few pages.