Let's find. (Like Hufflepuffs!)

Today, my school had a used book sale. Now of course, you browse through and find countless boring romances, books about pregnancy, plenty of travel books, too many cooking books, and the odd Hardy Boys or Box Car Children. But if you dig close enough, you might find a gem. The gem I found was Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. Coincidentally, the spring musical I'm part of is Man of La Mancha, which is a wonderful musical based off the book Don Quixote. It's times like these that you wonder why that particular book was essentially thrown away by it's previous owner. A text such as this, that is choc full of wonderful imagery, words that I didn't even know existed, and eloquent sonnets woven in with the thrilling, yet politically relevant story line. Why on earth didn't the original owner keep it? Perhaps because it's 1050 pages long, or maybe because the cover was a little too uninteresting. To me, books are essential to human life. Books, no matter how terrible (cough cough Twilight) some are, expose us to different places, circumstances, and people, and teach us about human nature. And besides, someone put their time and effort into creating something they want people to read and remember, so every book should be respected. And realistically, is there anything better than curling up on the couch with a cup of tea and a good book? I'm tired, so I'm going to go read some more of Don Quixote and go to bed. (: