I love new books.
The perfect spines, the crisp pages and the sheen of the cover. The blurb on the front which entices you in, and the guilt you feel when you fold over the corner when you lose your bookmark.
But hidden in my mini-library at home, there are a few old treasures which I just have to share with you.
The first is an 1899 third edition copy of Brontë’s Jane Eyre. This is one of my favourite novels of all time. I’ve read it for pleasure, studied it in-depth for my MA research, and I always find something new within the pages. I’ve read it with my Romantic head, my Gothic head, and my Colonialism head on. It’s just a wonderful story.
It doesn’t hurt that the Brontë parsonage is only 20 miles from my home, in beautiful Haworth. I’ve spent a few afternoons wandering round the parsonage gardens in a dream state.
Just look at the cover!
A peek inside the book, and you have a beautiful title page and illustration – no ISBN numbers and print run details here.
The pages are full of history, turning yellow at the edges, and I like to think someone loved this book as much as I do, before I got my hands on it.
Please share with any Brontë lovers.