
I had a dilemma: I had professed to being a master re-user, yet I liked owning new things - especially books. Perhaps it was their crisp virgin sheets, yet to be parted by the grubby mitts of others; their uncreased spine or their distinctly new smell.
Yet books, as commodities go, are incredibly easy to reuse. Transferring a good book to a friend is not only a great way of sharing stories, but is essentially an act of reusing - nestled second in the recycling hierarchy (under reduction and above recycling). Your friend needn't buy a new book: tress remain firmly rooted. So back to my dilemma...I had a choice: do I act on my new-book fetish and start sharing? Or do I turn a blind eye to my problem and surrender to my high-carbon vice?
Tracey Smith
07. June, 2011| #
Oli
02. February, 2011| #