We are doing short stories in my advanced composition class right now. So, while I was planning and looking for good reading material, I pulled an Ernest Hemingway collection off the shelf. While I was flipping, I remembered that this book was a book that my mom used in one of her college lit classes, so it was filled with her notes and underlines.
I know it’s silly, but seeing all of those notes made me smile a little bit today. It made me feel as if I were experiencing something that my mom experienced all those years ago.
I’m glad I have hand me down books. They are the best.