English Literature, reference, literature, England

This book is the reason I don't sell, trade, or otherwise "get rid of" books anymore. Years and years ago I owned this book for a class I took at one college and at the end of the term I traded it in for cash (as many college students do at the end of the term thinking they'll never need the book again). Over a year later I was attending a different college some 60 miles away from the college where I originally had to use this as a text. I got my course listing with books and saw that indeed I had to buy this very same edition for a class I was taking that term. So, I start looking in the used book section of the book store for a good edition that wasn't too marked up or battered. I find one and begin flipping through it. I see some wayward pencil sketches in the margins and then I see some more that look awfully familiar. I quickly flip to a section I remember on Chaucer and there it was a little sketch of a candle burning in a sconce I had done when last I owned the book. Lo and behold it was the exact same physical book I had sold over a year ago. It was like bibliophilic karma. So now I can't part with books for fear that I'll just have to buy it back at some point in the future. And a great anthology by the way. I just had to share. ( )