On the flight home from Los Angeles to Shanghai, the talkative man sitting next to me gave me the used paperbacks he'd finished on the flight. This is perhaps the best gift I've received from a random stranger (and no, not the only one, people seem to like giving me stuff).
I keep thinking that this should be a thing... Keeping all those books which would otherwise grow dusty on shelves circulating throughout the world by handing them off to random strangers.
I pass most of mine along, as English-language books are available at a high premium in the Asian countries I've lived in. Sharing my bounty means more books make their way into my hands. I love my Kindle, and read 43 books on it in 2012. I'm grateful to have a way to get cheap books to fill my insatiable appetite for the written word. But despite that love and gratitude, the weight and feel and scent of a book made of paper brings me pleasure in a way an electronic device can not.
So thank you, kind book-loving stranger for this unexpected extra joy, which I'll relish and then pass along to an unsuspecting stranger myself. If it's not already a thing, then I'm game to make it one.
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