My favouritest book in the whole wide world.
Before I left South Africa on my UK adventure, I told my mom that the one thing I would really like to take with me to London from home was my own copy of the book, as the copy that I have read over and over since I-can’t-even-remember-when belongs to her (and I think it was originally my grandmother’s). She found one for me! Much gratitude.
Whenever I go into a second hand bookshop (or see books at a market or car boot sale), I cannot help but look for this book. And although I don’t find it often, I know that if I see it, I will buy it.
The book in this photo I found at Tavistock Market. I think perhaps I’m hoping to find older and older prints of the book. It was first published in 1950, and this one is from 1971. There’s something wonderful about a very old book.
And maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll stumble upon a First Edition.