A book's story beyond it's pages.

 I always believed that every book has a story to tell. Not merely the story confined within the lengths of it's pages but along with it the stories of hands which touched it's cover, and the eyes which read it's pages.

Old books always have a peculiar fragnance, a scent which gives the new reader a glimpse of adventures the book has witnessed, travelling from one pair of hands to the other.

And once in a while between the hands of two lovers, leaving the lover with merely the book upon which once laid the hands of his beloved.