The New York Times has an interesting story about the strange trips our books sometimes take. You're never going to read that old book of Countee Cullen poetry given to you by an ex-girlfriend eleven years ago so you throw it away. Don't be surprised if someone grabs it from your trash, sells it to a bookseller, the bookseller sells it to someone interested in the poetry of Countee Cullen and now that book you thought was at the local dump is now sitting on someone's nightstand.
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