I'm married to a scavenger of sorts and he often totes home rescued boxes of books that I paw through with shiny, hungry eyes. I pull out the odd and interesting and add them to my teetering stack.
I have a 1924 copy of this funny, detailed collection of similes. The best part is the almost snarky introduction by Frank J. Wilstach, in which he admits to his obsessive compulsive need to collect similes whenever he sees them. The book is beautiful and is a little like reading poetry written on the walls of ancient lavatories.