I prefer my books low-stress. I like my copy of Jesus' Son, but, if I don't get it back (it's on loan, again), frankly, I won't be completely destroyed about it.
I do have lovely books. An anniversary edition of To Kill a Mockingbird my parents gave me for Christmas years ago. A copy of Crime and Punishment I bought myself. A cleverly bound Huckleberry Finn Annie gave me as a Christmas gift this year. But, beautiful books are tricky. Because you want them stay beautiful, and that's where it gets stressful*, so, to avoid that, I generally make due with the lightweights.
I got three of these four at a store-closing-everyone-is-losing-their-job kind of sale at a B.Dalton in Michigan a few years ago. I just . . . couldn't help it.
It's not just me, right? Never has Hester looked so hip.
This incarnation of Heathcliff is so cheeky that it makes me truly glad about the world--in general.
This one I just got. It wasn't on sale, but I do love a collection, and I've had Jane Eyre on the brain since my cousin Marta linked me to Apartment Therapy's photos of the interiors from the new Jane Eyre movie. Basically, I just want to live in Thornfield. Well, like more than ever.
*for further details, ask Shiloh about the time I loaned her my signed copy of Mockingjay. I think it was equally hard on both of us.