A reader sends the above image:
In 1964 I received this. Forty-eight years later, after a 45-year separation we are, again, together.
Another reader:
I have had the experience of unexpectedly finding poignant and sad book inscriptions in my own home. When I was a teenager, I opened a copy of Salinger’s Franny and Zooey given by my father to my mother, apparently during their divorce, which said:
Someday we will learn to stop saying goodbye. Love Richard.
Later, in my grandmother’s house, I found a copy of The Tempest inscribed with my uncle’s name. However, I never met Mark, because he committed suicide after his freshman year in college. This book is all I have of him.
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