Jane is flipping through my latest purchase, Roger Chartier's The Order of Books: Readers, Authors, and Libraries in Europe Between the 14th and 18th Centuries.
She points to a page on which the book's previous owner underlined a sentence in pencil. "There's writing in it."
"It's a used book," I tell her. "That's part of the charm."
"Used books are nice," she says after a moment. "They remind you of other people."
