“… Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to give way — she was only Anne.”
I succumbed to a beautiful edition of Mansfield Park today. I’ve never been someone who is particularly seduced by beautiful books - the consequences of growing up in an area with excellent public libraries. I have always valued books for their content in a very utilitarian way. But this is both beautiful and contains some really fascinating extras. I couldn’t help it. And I think I am starting to really appreciate the appeal of a book as a beautiful object whose beauty enhances the experience of reading it.
It’s not a huge book haul, but these were all delivered in the last couple of weeks! I’ve read two already, but I’m saving the other two for when I’ve caught up on the stuff that’s been on my TBR for ages.