The Plague and I

188pp. Red cloth boards, (very gently rounded at corners and spine ends). Hint of tanning internally. In its original, now rubbed and chipped, dust jacket, with short closed tear along leading fold. Dust jacket now protected in archival quality mylar wrapper which prolongs the life of the paper, keeps it clean and protects it from damage. It is not adhered to the book or to the dust jacket. “Getting tuberculosis in the middle of your life is like starting downtown to do a lot of urgent errands and being hit by a bus. When you regain consciousness you remember nothing about the urgent errands. You can’t even remember where you were going.” So starts Betty MacDonald’s surprisingly humorous memoir of her year in a Seattle sanatorium, battling the “White Plague.”