"There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love, and like that colossal adventure it is an experience of great social import. Even as the tranced swain, the booklover yearns to tell others of his bliss. He writes letters
about it, adds it to the postscript of all manner of communications, intrudes it into telephone messages, and insists on his friends writing down the title of the find. Like the simple-hearted betrothed, once certain of his conquest, “I want you to love her,
too!” It is a jealous passion also. He feels a little indignant if he finds that any one else has discovered the book, too."
Well done! And well done BookCrossing.com. It's the hard work and sacrifice of those behind the scenes who keep this thing running. Several times I thought the end was close, but somehow it survives.
Fifteen years! In all that time, what a lot of books have been shared, friendships made - even children born because of BookCrossing. I know of at least four human beings who owe their existence to this site.