Whether for birthdays, words of comfort, or World Book Night, here are the books we can't stop giving
While doing my tax return, I totted up the number of books I had bought last year and counted a whopping seven copies of Winifred Watson's 1938 novel Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day.
Seven! I hadn't bought them as replacements (although my future mother-in-law serendipitously gave me a copy for my birthday), but as gifts. Miss Pettigrew's adventures in 1930s London have soothed heartbreak and homesickness; marked birthdays and been sent "just because". It's got to the stage where I dole out my favourite like medicine.
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