When it comes to classics editions these days, we really are spoiled for choice. This can be both a blessing and a curse; I can’t count the number of times I’ve been wavering between at least three or four editions of a book, questioning and second guessing myself each time I think I’ve made the decision of which one I want (it doesn’t help that I am a chronically indecisive person by nature). The result is that my classics shelves are a highly varied collection full of different editions, with a few of my favourite books having the distinction of several copies in different styles, because they were all too…