I bought a used book at a convention in Boston the other weekend, and it is a perfect example of why I love used books. It came with STUFF!
I got it home and I started reading it, and a few pages in, a bunch of Mickey Mouse stickers fell out from between the pages. Early birthday present, I guess. The next day, further into the book, I turned a page and found two business cards for a lady in Massachusetts. Someone had written what looks like flight information on the back of one of them, plus “Poo Monday 9:00”. I have no idea what that means or what it has to do with flight times, and I don’t plan to speculate.
Next up, maybe halfway through the book, was a flattened piece of red cellophane, maybe a candy wrapper. Pretty. And last, an actual bookmark.
On top of that, I liked the book. It was the gift that kept giving!