A month ago I was in my favorite second-hand store (called Value Village), looking to see what treasure I could find and came away with a rare treasure indeed! I had found an antique book that was published in 1904. I had just finished reading this 110 year old book this week and it was such a beautiful story about love, loss, unrequited love. I am so glad that I had found this book since one of my passions is collecting antique books. As you can imagine, the book was kind of beaten up from the passage of Time and the many hands it had passed along before ending up in mine...the spine was fragile too, but it was definitely readable and I enjoyed it very much. It is so very interesting to read it because the writing style is very different from the writers of today and the way men and women related to each other in 1904 was so different. But some things never change and that is how love and loss effects the human heart...
I love it when people write their name and the date in books...it's like a diary of who the owners were and this antique had three owners before me as there are three different names and dates down through the 20th century...while reading it I wondered who the previous owners were and how they felt about this beautiful story. I found a piece of a leaf between the pages so I surmised one of them was reading it outside in Autumn...
In the story, one of the characters was a young woman who started receiving love letters from an anonymous person. I think it would be terribly romantic to receive anonymous love letters...the closest I ever came to this was when I was in grade 3, I received a valentine from a class mate that was signed "your secret admirer".
I love reading about how people spent their lives before the invention of the TV and radio. Back then, they would spend their evening talking with each other in the parlour and having tea, visiting neighbours, reading books, playing musical instruments, going for walks...or writing love letters anonymously.
The Master's Violin
by Myrtle Reed