25 books in this pile, and they are going in the trash. It goes against every grain of my existence to throw away books, but these are too tattered and torn to be of any appeal to anyone. Now, there are damaged books in my "keep" pile of sufficient sentimental value to warrant their retention, but the ones in this lot don't qualify.
These are some of my childhood books, dating to the days when perhaps I was a little rough on my things. To be fair, many of these came to me with the covers already gone, brought home by my father from his job at a paper recycling facility.
Of note in this stack:
-Some textbooks stamped "obsolete" - I remember not knowing what that word meant, and having to ask my mother.
-What were probably my first books about Columbus and Abraham Lincoln, the kind that depict them as men who can do no wrong.
-My Richard Scarry's Best Rainy Day Book Ever, which proved my lack of artistic talent rather conclusively
-A book on human anatomy that illustrates no nonwhite people whatsoever.
I'd actually scanned the Columbus book, then discovered there was a problem with the scanner and it hadn't worked. Upon second thought, I realized I wanted to save only this one image:
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