It began with a postcard. I've always loved the traditional Penguin paperback covers, and I have a lovely box of postcards of some of the old covers, and often choose one to include in parcels or notesΒ to friends. (It's getting trickyΒ though, now I've used up the uncontroversial ones. I always find the most deeply inappropriate cards when I'm looking - I suspect that sending Woolf's A Room Of One's Own with a birthday gift to a divorcing friend would not be clever, nor would sending De Vries' Continue Reading