It's *pouring* snow here in my little corner of Montana this morning. Was only supposed to be a skiff of snow, but it's at least 4" of heavy stuff and still pouring down. It's a good day to take a minute and find my next read. Like many bibliophiles I can't help but turn to British "classics" in winter. I'm not sure what it is, some sense of nostalgia for a place and time I've never experienced first-hand must have something to do with it. No matter, I don't have to understand it to enjoy it. Personally, it's not Dickens at Christmastime, but Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes, and PG Wodehouse that usually accompany me before my winter's naps. A recent find was this unknown to me book The Mystery of Cloomber. I know nothing except a man (Santa?) is horrified by what he hears. I also happen to know this copy was once in West Virginia.
This copy includes a great book trade label from Bluefield Book & Stationery Company in Bluefield, West Virginia. A Like many book stores approaching the 20th Century, they also sold other goods, like cut glass, china, office equipment, stationery along with "All The Latest Books." I also wonder if this book was in a subscription library of some kind with the contemporary numbered label in the upper corner. Now, where did I put that list?