Eons ago I used to write a review of a book I owned, writing in pencil at the back, fiction or nonfiction. It was a habit I picked up from my Mom. It was a way of gathering my thoughts, and moving on, and was meant for me, no one else.

When I decided to sell the books, my erasers were worn to the nub deleting those same reviews. I thought the writing might diminish the price I could get. The habit ended then and there.