The book in front of me was aged hundreds of years, written back in the 1300s, ancient history staring back at me. Barely holding together but still retaining a giant piece of history in its writings. The yellowed pages and smudged ink bring joy to my soul, knowing how cared for it truly was. To find a book from that time in this good of a condition was astonishing. Most books crumble at the slightest touch and words are worn off beyond recognition. The leather cover feels worn beneath my hands but still sturdy and capable. A find like this is the find of a life time.