WARNING: Contains images of an extremely well-loved book that may cause offence to book lovers who get twitchy if the front cover is slightly scuffed.
A Little Princess is one of my favourite, favourite books. I first read it in primary school when I discovered a copy in the school’s library. And I was hooked. The writing takes you on the most magical and charming of journeys and is just so special.
It was the book that I read the most when I was younger (well, that and Philippa Pearce’s Tom’s Midnight Garden) and it will always, always be my ultimate comfort read.
This is my childhood copy.
I KNOW. It’s well-loved. And, actually, I have no idea where the cover went. It fell off when I was about fourteen and it was never to be seen again.
I can’t bear to throw it away because look at these gorgeous illustrations by Margery Gill! They’re so beautiful and such a treasure.
So a few weeks ago, I decided that enough was enough and I needed to buy a new copy. So I ordered a second hand copy and, when it came, luckily it was in much better condition than mine… but there was just one thing.
HAVE YOU SEEN THAT COVER?!
It’s my Book Quest to find a nice version of A Little Princess (with a cover that doesn’t scare the wits from me), one that I can put on my shelf and run my finger across its spine every now and again.
Where on the Shelf?
Um… OK these aren’t actually on a shelf at the moment because I have absolutely no more room. So they’re in a neat pile just next to it. No pictures though because I fear if I get close enough to take a photo… the tower will topple.
What about you? Do you have a favourite childhood book that is so well-thumbed but you don’t dare throw it away? And isn’t that second copy the most frightening cover you’ve ever seen?
The answer to that is yes. YES.