About a week ago, my friend Maggie was looking for a new home for her used copy of Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. I’ve read many positive reviews, and listened to several other friends waxing poetically about this book. So I thought, “sure, I could give it a home, why not?”
When it arrived in my mailbox on Wednesday, I found myself explaining the Persephone phenomenon to my husband. Quoting their website, I told him that Persephone Books publishes reprints of “neglected classics by 20th century (mostly women) writers. Each one in our collection … is intelligent, thought-provoking and beautifully written.” And I showed him the pretty cover.
Then he got that “deer in the headlights” look. He’s seen my Virago bookshelf; in fact, he’s used his woodworking talents to help me expand it. He’s seen me scouring used bookshops for those green-spined beauties. This Persephone thing? Eerily similar, in his view.
Thinking on my feet, I said, “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to collect these like I do Viragos!” I detected a noticeable change in his demeanor. Crisis averted.
But I may have had my fingers crossed behind my back 🙂
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