You know when a book is such a massive part of your imagination that it just doesn’t register in your mind that you might not own a copy? When the idea that any house can exist with having a copy somewhere inside is just something you never even envision?
Until this weekend this was how I pictured Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass. Frankie and I went to the British Library exhibition on the art of Alice in Wonderland, and walking through the pop up shop afterwards, it suddenly struck me that I didn’t actually own either story.
Well, it was a problem easily remedied.