I can’t let go of the first vintage paperback copy I found, even though it is crumbling and worth nothing. Since 2013 I have found 5 beautiful copies of Lost Horizon and I can’t stop adding them to my collection. I guess it was all of it, the experience as a whole. At the time I was really into hiking and maybe I was drawn to the mountainous cover art, or maybe my wandering soul craved the isolated utopia I found within the book. Perhaps the stunning vintage paperback art style and the striking sprayed pages? Maybe it was the smell of old book that greeted me every time I flipped a page? Or simply that the short tale captured my imagination and took me on an adventure. I honestly couldn’t place what drew me to Lost Horizon. I had never seen or heard of this book before, but when I saw it and had to have it. So I shopped there a lot, always looking to add something to my collection that I didn’t already have. I liked it because they had low prices on classics, and bought used books for store credit. I remember the shop well, it was one of those cozy narrow stores that was crammed full of leaning stacks and overflowing shelves. It was 2013 and I was browsing old paperbacks in a local bookshop that sadly no longer exists.
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