A beautiful hardback edition of Françoise Sagan’s Bonjour Tristesse and A Certain Smile.
“I saw this and thought of you!” was the joyful exclamation that greeted me when Cupcake Queen Noms came round for the craft fair yesterday (post to follow).
I love the fact that she only had to look at the cover of Here Be Monsters: The Ratbridge Chronicles to know that I would think this book was awesome.
And, it gets better. You only have to open the front cover and there, written on the inside flap of the dust jacket is “Skullduggery is afoot!” Any book with skullduggery afoot is ok by me.
It’s fully illustrated throughout and has a chapter entitled Pants Ahoy! Oh yes; and there’s an abundance of exclamation marks, too.
I can’t wait to read it!
It’s really great to see publishers fighting against the rise of these new-fangled digital book things by bringing out beautiful new covers.
This lovely Penguin hardback edition of Flappers And Philosophers, a collection of short stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald, is a great example. Why would anyone not want this book on their shelf? I do, even though I already have most of these stories in other collections.
The question I find the most difficult to answer is always “What’s your favourite…?” Be it film, book, song or pizza topping, I can never choose just one.
Now, I don’t think this is my all-time favourite cover; but I have been thinking, and I reckon if I were really pressed to choose, I would say that Thrump-O-Moto is my favourite book.
This book has been in my life a long time and the cover is something that has always fascinated, intrigued and excited me:
Written by James Clavell and beautifully illustrated by George Sharp.
There’s not much I can say about the cover of this edition of H. G. Wells’ The Time Machine. I think it’s clear why I love it:
The spine is equally exquisite:
The fact that this book is clearly old and worn just makes it all the better for me. A well-loved book is a happy book. Just don’t bend the spine back or I’ll slap you on the wrist.
Everyone knows that you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. This is often quite literally true; however, beautiful covers do entice. I often find myself, having spied a pretty book on the train being read by someone else, making a concerted effort to find that book, and indeed that particular beautifully bound edition.
The first cover I’m featuring is one that I indeed spied on an early morning train journey; I could not take my eyes off the cover or fail to be intrigued by the title.
My Name Is Red by Orhan Pamuk, Faber & Faber edition, has a well laid out cover featuring an exquisite illustration:
This book is definitely worth a read in my opinion. I found it quite hard to keep on going while I was reading it; but whenever I wasn’t reading it, I found I was constantly thinking about it.