I’ve always been very sentimental; especially when it comes to my magic. I’ve collected all the magic books that used to be my local library (793.8). I glance at them every day on my shelf and occasionally still reference them. Today I wanted to check a routine in Paul Curry’s book, Magician’s Magic, which was published in 1965 and pulled it off the shelf.
For some reason today when I looked at the cover, I was flooded with memories of how I used to look at the book on the shelf in the library. As a young boy I was so intrigued with all those wonderful illustrations which had so transported me to another place. It’s funny how such strong feelings can sometimes be triggered after so many years for no apparent reason.