A ruck. A crease!
I’m a bookseller. I have this conversation daily :
– Do you have another one?
– Let me check (beeep). No. Why, do you need a second one?
– No, but this one is slightly creased.
And, well, you need a microscope to see it.
“But you know, I’m a little obsessive about these things”, etc…
(This for a pocket book which’ll be destroyed in a backpack next week, or brokenspined in the sand on its belly two days later)
Think about it a minute. Isn’t it… Isn’t the importance of a book in the flow of words you’ll read in it?
In fact, it’s horrible : No book has zero flaw. NONE. It’s a living thing. Like you. You have flaws too. These little wrinkles, awweeee…
Let me ask wiki :
A book is a series of pages assembled for easy portability and reading, as well as the composition contained in it. The most common modern form of book is a codex volume consisting of rectangular paper pages bound on one side, with a heavier cover and spine, so that it can fan open for reading.
– But you know… I’m…
– OK, I order another one for you.
– Thank you!
By the way, what’s this book about?
Have a nice day!