As a collector of things found in used books, this was a mandatory thrift store buy this morning. Coincidentally, about two minutes before spotting this book on the shelf, I actually found a heartbroken email printed out in a different book I was getting. I have a Treasure Island book box (also thrifted, obviously), and all my finds live in there. There are plane tickets to London, post-it notes in Chinese, epic tic-tac-toe battles, school photos, and so much more. It's all been left in library books or books at the thrift store (things like checkout receipts and blank scraps of paper obviously don't make the cut). The silly little things I find make me genuinely happy, so I expected this book would do the same. Instead, it left me surprisingly sullen. It’s a fascinating look at humanity, designed in a rad zine format, but aside from a handful of truly hilarious finds, it’s not really a "feel-good" read. At times, I even found it downright disturbing (there's one specific thing in here that I'm worried I'll never be able to eject from my mind... OOOF). Now if you'll excuse me, I’m gonna go look at my own collection to cheer myself up...