This book is very special to me for one particular reason...it was the first book I had bought with my own money when I was a child. It was, of course, the cover that compelled me to purchase it,
I think most of us are guilty of judging a book in this manner. I used to while away the hours in a local bookshop. I would walk up and down the isles dreaming of all the wonderous adventures each tome held within. Then, I saw the spy section of the shop. The covers, the titles, all left me in awe of what the life of a fictional spy might be like. It had to be exciting to be a spy; each cover told me so, how could they be wrong.
I didn't have the money so I explained my dilemma to the shopkeep and asked him what I could do to own one of these great spy thrillers. He saw my plight and, as he had a kind heart, he suggested that I help him for the day to earn a copy of the Bond of my choice. I swept and dusted. I washed racks and windows. I even unpacked boxes of new and used books while he placed them on the shelves. Finally, at the end of the day my reward had come; all I had to do was choose...
From Russia with Love. It had to be this one. There was just something about the cover (of course, I read the back to see what it was about). It was a wonderous adventure and I scrimped and saved and worked as a child to get them all.
It is still my favorite from the entire Bond/Fleming collection.
Devlin