Growing up, I was fortunate to be surrounded by books. I can still remember the incredible feeling of losing myself in a book, traveling to a new place, another time, and inviting wonderful characters into my head.
The Wolves of Willoughby Chase by Joan Aiken (Jonathan Cape, 1962) is probably my all time favorite. I still remember getting it for Christmas, and the look on my mother’s face when I first clapped eyes on the book. She knew I would love it, and she was right. It is spooky and haunting, in a ‘not-too-scary’ way.
I misplaced my original copy — a crime, I know. So I recently acquired this original, first edition hardcover copy from a British bookseller on eBay. The book is still available in a revised format on Amazon for next to nothing, but I wanted the book jacket I remembered as a child. I won’t tell you how much it cost unless you ply me with wine, then I might be persuaded to spill.