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Max Eichelberger's avatar

“The book had been printed in Bungay, Suffolk, England, but thanks to the rubber-stamped text in purple ink on an early page I can see that Frank had bought it at a bookshop more local to him.”

Lovely little detail!

I’ve been known to haunt a few used bookstores and when a copy has a stamp or two it just hits different. I think of it like a passport, and in your case it virtually is.

My favorite stamp was a reader’s stamp. It said, ‘to those who read this, I’m dead.’ I suppose a little grim, but as someone who will only reluctantly allow my books to be sold once I die I identified strongly with the sentiment.

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Jean's avatar

I had to stop reading this post to tell you about a 3’6 edition of Rebecca which belonged to my mother (as a child I thought the numbers stood for 3ft 6inches, a very short person!)

In 1942 my father was in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve and when he had shore leave my mother travelled to Portsmouth to visit him. As she boarded her train for the return journey he handed her a hardback copy of the said book. She was working as a landgirl, living in a Romany caravan on a farm at the time so he had inscribed it to “my darling gypsy”. Nine months later my brother was born!

Unfortunately I don’t have the book.

Back to the rest of your post while I drink my coffee.

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