I have an irrational predjudice against buying used books. There’s something about a used book which makes me liken it to a pair of used shoes.
I want to be the one to open it for the first time, and hear that “virgin book” crackle. I love the smell of a fresh, new book. The pages are smooth and not tattered. The corners have no knicks.
Used books may have a wrinkled page, a dog ear, a food splatter, or, God forbid, underlining, and/or marginal notes. It may not have that delicious smell, or the spine may be broken. It’s even worse should I buy it used from Amazon, having never gotten to inspect it for damage, thus, I will usually pay the extra money for a new copy, which will arrive safely ensconced in shrink wrap, or caccooned by foam “peanuts.”
What about you guys? How do you feel about buying used books? I’m not talking about college texts, because, God knows, they’re outrageously expensive, and it’s best to buy them used. I’m talking about a book you will read for pleasure.