gorgeousness and gorgeosity

thanks to nothing working out the way i planned it today, i found myself with aching feet and a heavy heart at an old books' exhibition at the ymca. and there i found:
south of the border, west of the sun, murakami
and a most lovely hardback copy of the corrections, franzen

now, not only do i have two beautiful books to read and reread, respectively, but i also have them in exactly the condition i love. they're not hot off the press, with pages that crackle and sharp corners. they've aged, gone soft, and the wait upon the shelf has sweetened them. they have a more satisfying weight now. bricks of my fortress, i love them so.