One evening while at home in Maidenhead, I was looking for a book to read and came across a collection of Penguin books, with faded orange spines, that had almost been bleached yellow by fifty years of sunlight. I don’t know why I didn’t discover it before (…but then that perhaps is one of the joys of reading…) but I came across ‘The Woman in White‘, a wonderful story written in varying narratives by a great clutch of characters, most memorable being the Napoleonic villain, Count Fosco. I almost wanted to read it again but now I am intrigued by what ‘Moonstone‘ holds in store…