This is a beautiful little book – it’s about the size of a passport – and immensely slim. It’s no thicker than a coin. It’s another great book to carry and read on the train.
This selection of Sidney’s sonnets from ‘Astrophel and Stella’ are especially beautiful and there’s much to be said for writing to ease a burdened mind. They seem especially poignant because of the extreme shortness of Sidney’s life, born in 1554 and dead in battle in 1586.
The Solitary Reader 