each page spread has stats on a different sort of airplane, and silhouettes for easy identification. You can see here the book won’t open all the way, but I don’t want to crack the spine.
My newest pretty book is I Wonder by Marian Bantjes (it’s sooooo pretty on every page), and one of my older ones is The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald , illustrated by Arthur Hughes. This copy was gifted to my great aunt by my great grandparents in 1929.
These are my actual antiques, some of which have writing in them which is nice, just stuff like whose they were in case they were lost, or the date they were presented as prizes at school. The Thirteenth Orphan is one of my most prized possessions, it’s from when my grandma was a child and she gave it to me because I was absolutely obsessed with it when I was little, I’d read it every time I went round her house. I’m going to make a cover to hang over this shelf to protect them from the sun and dust and things.
My dad got this for me when I was twelve or so. I was raised on the classics and the occasional high fantasy but had just started to take an interest in sci-fi. I was hesitant though, because sci-fi was Dad’s favourite genre, and I wasn’t sure if kids were allowed to like it too. it turns out Dad was overjoyed at the thought of someone understanding his Hitchhiker’s Guide references, and decided to ease me into the genre by combining something I was familiar with - classic books - with science fiction. The Time Machine captured my attention right away, and The Island of Doctor Moreau gave me a lasting taste for the macabre.
The volume itself is leather bound with silver details and illustrated endpapers.