Wow, after staring at your pics again, it's making me feel very guilty for not taking care of the set I have right now.

I'm remembering the number of times I've stuffed (one or more) of the books into a tiny purse to read while waiting to get poked and prodded at the doctors. I find these books so soothing when you're someplace very unpleasant and just feeling miserable.

My favorite one, The Horse and His Boy, actually still sort of smells like hospital...