The confessions of a bookmark (final part)

Readers tend to forget that pages are like human skin, they are a depository of history, and I don't mean history books. If read properly, a book becomes something more than what it has been before. Creases, soil, stains, the grooves in the spine, the furrows and wrinkles in the corners, these are indelible marks of a book's existence. Look, this crinkl…