I have owned this used copy of The Sun Also Rises for at least ten years. I went through the trouble of moving it to California seven years ago, and about six years ago I tried reading it for the first time. Today I actually finished it, but not before it could split in two.
This Summer I participated in a workshop on water-damaged books (because I work in a library and not because I have weird interests), and I quickly realized by its stiff pages that this book had been water damaged. I was only surprised that it didn’t smell at all. I don’t understand people who claim to like the smell of old books, because what they’re really saying is that they like the smell of mildew and dirt.
It was nice of this book to hold itself together until I actually bothered to read it. Sorry for making you wait so long. I know you have been through a lot in your life.