One of the things I like about books is that they can often have a story that's separate from the one contained within the words. It's the story of the book itself - as a physical object.
So I've started a series of posts where I talk about the extra-textual stories of some of the books I have.
"Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough / Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades / For ever and for ever when I move."
