Old books

I like old books, very much. Not only for their weird musty vanilla smell (especially these old Penguin pockets and I always buy them when I see them. I wish I had them all.), but also because I can step into the world from years and years ago.

This book was first published in September 1930 and my edition is from January 1949. Isn’t it amazing?

And it’s a very interesting story too. About a writer writing about another writer. This way we meet three writers here. The author of this book, the author of the book within the book, and the writer the book within the book is about.

Just read it and enjoy the world of W. Somerset Maugham.

Do you like reading old books or are you an only just published books reader?