It was indeed an observation you would make when you hear how they met.
She was walking down the road , and they were stacked together, waiting for some merciful soul, to take them home. She stopped at their sight and waded to their side through the evening crowd. Perhaps there was a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the vendor when she approached. She felt the books ; trailed her finger along their spines, cleansed them off the age old dust that marred their beauty, excited, like a little girl opening her presents. She did not feel sad that they once belonged to some one else , she piled all those she liked and paid for them. She looked happy with her bag of books , a match made in heaven. The books found a home and a true friend.