This past weekend I went to the annual Really Good, Really Big, Really Cheap Book Sale hosted by the Greenville Literacy Association. This is one of three major used book sales I attend every year. I can usually buy about 30 books for as many dollars, which is great for a bibliophile and broke college student like me. Most of the books I find, both new and old, are interesting for their content, but there are always a few which prove to be little time capsules containing artifacts from another person’s life and time. Then I have the privilege of playing “history detective” to discover as much as I can about the book’s former owner. This sale did not disappoint in that regard.