This amusing but painfully revealing account of a passion he was once only able to admit to people he could really trust traces his fascination for these tiny print slip-ups from the simple pleasures of boyhood to an attempt to create order out of chaos and finally the gradual decline and break-up of his marriage.
A touching testimony to what is, by and large, a peculiarly male emotional displacement, it pulls you into a world of pricey bits of paper and their impact on the lives of those who love them.
- Alicia Weston
I thought it would be boring
I got this book because my father is a stamp collector. is quite slow, and took me a couple of attempts to get into it. but overall I found it quite charming in a sedate way, and enjoyed it.