An old book was a time capsule. When you opened the front cover, you opened a door to another worlda world accessible through a kind of looking glass made of hard-board and cloth. The authors voice resonated in the readers head with the same words that had resonated in his own as he wrote them. He spoke to the reader from the past. What he had witnessed, experienced, learned, and discovered would live forever. You only had to turn a page to travel in time.
