Fariha made me buy an Anton Chekhov collection the other day. It’s covered in gold foils that sizzle and snap in the dark. Even the pages have a colored edge that gives me goosebumps. On the back, there is one sentence that goes “and only when his head was grey, he had fallen properly, really in love – for the first time in his life”. And I could not have said anything better about a book that I haven’t even read yet.