I don't know how it started.
I don't know if it was because my parents encouraged my brother and me to read as children and it just stuck.
I don't know if it was because I ended up being an English major.
I don't know if it was because I studied the Middle Ages and fell in love with the beauty of that era's manuscripts, illuminated or plain.
But somehow, I became addicted to books.
I like a lot of things. I love crafting and art. The act of creating or fixing something is extremely fulfilling to me. I like old stuff. History and the material leavings of it are fascinating to me. I like music, and singing is one of my great joys in life. But I always keep coming back to books. Reading them, organizing them, browsing through them, just looking at them. So somewhere along the line I decided that if I must have a job (and I must) it should involve books, and it should involve old ones.
An archives job and half of a library science degree later, I'm realizing that I don't just want to work with books, I want to fix them. It's the dextrous element that is otherwise missing. I've been lucky enough to start working part-time with some very fun conservators, and I'm hoping to expand that into a career. In the meantime, I'm going to try and keep track of some of the most interesting things I learn here on this blog. We'll see how well I keep up with it...
“The Looted Book”
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