Penguin

I was at my friend's last night and, after a bottle or two of wine, we got around to talking about books we'd been reading lately. She's trying to broaden her literary horizons from the best-selling list and I'm trying to read my way through a list of summer reading in an attempt to catch up on three years worth of missed reading.

We got onto the topic of Penguin Classics. And how much we love them. We debated the Kindle and while I have a Kindle, I will still buy a Penguin classics book, even if it's availabe (and cheaper) on a Kindle. It's the same with the Virago published Angela Carter books; I will buy the Virago version over other versions. Or the Vintage collection with the red spines. She had been in Australia for a few months last year and had fallen in love with the Orange Penguin covers (above) and was disappointed to realise that we only had the Modern Classics versions (greyscale) or the green, recycled paper ones.

Then we realised how naff our converstion had gotten.

But it was interesting and random. And it shows, I think, what Penguin has achieved in it's long history.

I'm still reading 'Girl Reading'. I'm still not particularly enjoying it, I have to be honest. But I am making a point of reading it, now.