I inherited all my mother’s books; books I grew up surrounded by. And when I moved again recently and was unpacking them in my new flat, I was given the opportunity to greet each title afresh. It occurred to me, as I was lost in the happy task of shelving books into whimsical categories, that it was entirely worth the effort of lugging forty boxes (yet again) up flights of stairs. I might trim the collection now and then, and add to it, but the core represents a lifetime of journeys made, not least between their covers. Some books will just rise above the easy-come, easy-go variety to become part of a more timeless collection. These are the kind of books I strive to review in our newsletters.