Danika Ellis, a bookseller who works at a used bookstore, has learned through her work to see books differently—not as objects that belong to her, but objects that she possesses for the moment:
I don’t consider myself the final owner of my books. Even my most loved books will probably go to someone else eventually, even if it’s after they’ve been pried from my cold, dead hands. I think of myself as just one of caretakers of my books, as one set of hands they will pass between before the binding wears out.