Tag Archives: E M Delafield

The books we give to others.

An article in The Telegraph last week asked what are the books we find ourselves giving as gifts again and again and again.  It set me thinking; I give books as gifts frequently although it sometimes strikes me that some … Continue reading

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The pleasure of the familiar

There are people who never re-read books.  People who have yards and yards of shelving filled with books that they will never read again, stories that they will never lose themselves in again, characters who will never be greeted as … Continue reading

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