Last week I bought three books that came from the library of the late Angela Carter. Looking at the spines gave a sense of her interests, from the history of gastronomy to literary criticism via Pliny and Dada as you can see . It’s sad that the collection is being dispersed but I can also imagine that other people feel just as delighted as I do to be able to treasure something of hers. There are lots of Angela Carter’s own books in my own collection which I always mean to read again because the first time maybe 20 years ago, I found some of them too surreal, and fantastical, and I can admit that I thought her female protagonists embarassing and bold. I’m sure I’ll get on just fine with them now.