Hand on the Flyleaf

Some books remember the hands that held them. Loveday Pengelly remembers them too.For sixty-eight years she has lived in the steep Cornish book-town of Porthmellin, and for forty of them she taught its children their letters — every careful loop, every pressed-too-hard pencil stroke, every proud full stop. She forgets names. She never forgets a hand. Now, widowed and quietly managing, she keeps Th...