My book broke. Literally. I was rereading one of my comfort books -- a brick of a paperback romance that's around twenty-five years old -- and it broke, separating into two pieces with two pages shredding where it broke.
Dagnabbit. It's a big, fat, book, with lots of name dropping and talking about who was wearing what, but I like it.
I'm ordering another copy from abebooks, even if it does cost three times what I paid for the original.