I’m easy to buy for; just ask my mother. She returned from Ireland a few days ago, laden with gifts. Lots and lots of bookish things for her daughter, and normal souvenirs for everyone else. My favourite:
Plays Unpleasant by (George) Bernard Shaw. The Penguin looks like he is performing on a balance beam created by the shadows of the easel. I notice weird things.
I love PENGUIN BOOKS editions. The little mascot is so kicky and adorable, and the design is clean, fresh, modern, and instantly recognizable. Iconic. My mom unearthed an original 1946 printing of Shaw’s Plays Unpleasant in some random bookstall in Ireland. I’m saving it for November and clear, cold nights. Steaming cups of chili and cinnamon laced hot chocolate. Fuzzy knee-high socks. Quilts and clear heads. Darkness. The stage is set, in my head; the actors are rehearsing, the director is taking notes. Opening night is creeping up: Widowers’ Houses, The Philanderer, Mrs. Warren’s Profession. Bliss is waiting in the wings.
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I love Penguin Book designs! I also like the description “kicky” for that cute lil’ guy.
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I love them, too. Classic and modern and timeless. The “kicky” mascot always puts a smile on my face.
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I love Penguin editions too! They’re so reliable as a good read.
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I’m such a sucker for them. They publish quality works that are also visually satisfying. I was so stoked to receive this from my mom. It’s part of a series of Shaw’s plays that were re-published in 1946 to mark his 90th birthday. I have a few later editions of some of these volumes, but this is an original. It’s lovely.
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