Valentine’s Day! Time to kiss the one we love – in my case, a book. And what a great title for a book lover. I couldn’t wait to read it. A mysterious bible that curs’d the lips that touched it? A femme fatale, inscribing her victims’ names in a little black book and sealing their fate with a kiss? The initiation secrets of an ancient society at the heart of government? Nope. ‘Kiss The Book’ is the rather unlikely name of one of the characters. That’s it. No book interest at all – just a mystery novel about a robbery or something. Bloody stupid title. Tomorrow is my birthday, so I’ll be taking a day off…
Stanley Paul, 1951. First edition.
