I have been slowly working on a new hobby. I am collecting antique books. That is books older than 100 years old. As of now I have about 40 books. These books are by various authors and about various subjects. Many of these books are classics that I loved reading as a child. Now I have copies that are older than I am. Some are just oddballs. I have a 1888 book of lyrics from the 1600s. Only random things that catch my eye. I purchase St. Elmo because of the quote in the front leaf. I purchased another written under a pen name because the author was an Arabist. Many of the stories are still written with the flow and delicacy of older times. Where command of the written word and a bit of wit was something to show off. The words that still have a bit of power to move the soul and encourage a bit of romanticism. Beyond that, I think of the piece of history I am holding. Something that might have been lovingly given. One book has “from your loving wife” written inside the front cover. I think of the history behind some of the books I have. I just recently acquired a 10 volume set of Thousand and One Nights. (Arabian Nights) This collection could only be purchased if you were part of a special club since the stories were so exotic and not for public consumption. The set itself was published by a man that consulted on a different set with the same subject. Apparently there was a bit of scandal because of it. These stories of the stories are exciting and make you feel part of a larger whole. As all hobbies go they shouldn’t break the bank and I try to purchase books under $12 and older the 100 years. With those limiting rules it makes it a challenge to find good quality books. This adds to the fun of the chase. It keeps me interested because I will be looking at one author and stumble upon another author or genre and get sucked in all over again. It is exhilarating. And I keep telling myself, there are worse things I could be doing.