Part of me loves the mismatched, old and battered look of the books on my bookshelves – books from thrift stores, passed down by my parents, mementos worn out with love from being read and re-read for years and years. But the other part of me says mementos, schmentos, toss the smelly old books and embrace the gorgeousness that is the linen-covered Penguin Classics line.
One copy of each, please. With extras of Pride and Prejudice and Little Women. Those ones will get worn out quickly.