After a couple of house moves caused ruthless culling of my books, I realised that what’s actually missing from my shelves are copies of some of my favourite books. I don’t know why exactly, but I just never bought them. Or I had some old, beaten up copy that cost 50c in a second-hand shop which eventually fell to bits.
So now that there are all these empty bits on my shelves, I’ve decided that I will rectify this situation.
First book bought? A lovely new edition of Farenheit 451.