Not particularly valuable in terms of money but a book I really do treasure. It’s a 1933 edition of Edgar Allan Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination.
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)