You can tell a lot about someone from their bookmarks. For the reader, they perform a vital role. They are guardians standing in the way of threads being lost, plot points missed. They are a fixed point, a sliver of paper standing between the gulf of what went before and what is yet to come, like some Dickensian ghost. It is not a job to be given lightly, so we choose our bookmarks wisely.
The Secret Lives of Bookmarks (via uponswallows)
This probably explains why I still use the tassled bookmark with paintings of marine life that I got in the seventh grade.