I was delighted to pick up a 1965 edition of Saul Bellow’s Herzog today, but I was intrigued to find something aged and yellow (judging by the tape marks) missing from it’s front page. A bookplate declaring ownership? A note expressing affection? Sadly we will never know.
About RobRob, a self-confessed bibliophile, is without any hope of rehabilitation. He gets unnaturally excited over anything book-shaped, and if book sniffing were a crime then he would have been locked up years ago (which wouldn't bother him in the slightest provided his cell was lined with books)
How intriguing!