wooden stand with a central opening for your thumb. You open your novel and, as if by magic, it stays gently open, even if you’re only using one hand.
No more pages closing at the most captivating passage. Goodbye to cramps in your fingers when you have to hold a book tightly on the subway.
I had one during my university studies. Discovered in a neighborhood bookstore with the scents of fresh coffee and old leather, lost among yellowed maps and illustrated bookmarks. It traveled at the bottom of my
