Hopefully, it will turn the price off and just be free without the Kindle unlimited. Feeling very naive about the process, but hopeful.
If you're doing it by Kindle unlimited, I recommend you take the other two books while you're at it. I was an art history/physics major and art wipes my soul out. Both of the other two are basically art books. The
Night Before Christmas book has 89 illustrations from my own collection of antique editions of the poem. It's just staggeringly beautiful, and uses the original 1823 form of the poem.
The other book,
Thrice Happy Poetry, is mindboggling. I still go through the printed copy with awe. The Kindle edition suffers with the Kindle problem of not wanting to lock text to illustrations on a single page. But it works well enough and art showing on a computer screen is amazing. I collect antique, turn of the century postcards, and I illustrated usually every other line of the poems - which are mostly about beautiful women, one of Henry's loves. 174 art postcards!
He has that light and happy touch in much of his work, and I always come away from reading him feeling good. Whether it's one of his serious pieces (not in either book)
Without distinction, fame, or note
Upon the tide of life I float,
A bubble almost lost to sight
As cobweb frail, as vapor light;
And yet within that bubble lies
A spark of life which never dies.
Or one of his poems about women, the one below is in Thrice Happy. If it's not obvious, I adore Henry.
The Acknowledgment
With the ladies' permission, most humbly I'd mention
How much we're oblidged by all their attention;
We sink with the weight of the huge obligation
Too long & too broad to admit compensation.
For us (and I blush while I speak I declare)
The charming Enchanters be-torture their hair,
Till gently it rises and swells like a knoll
Thirty inches at least from the dear little poll;
From the tip-top of which all peer out together
The ribband, the gause, & the ostrich's feather;
Composing a sight for an Arab to swear at
Or huge Patagonian a fortnight to stare at.
Then hoops at right angles that hang from ye knees
And hoops at the hips in connection with these
Set the Fellows presumptuous who court an alliance
And ev'ry pretender, at awful defiance.
And I have been told (though I must disbelieve
For the tidings as fact, I would never receive)
That billets of cork have supplied the place
Of something the Fair-ones imagine a grace;
But whether 'tis placed behind or before;
The shoulders to swell, or the bosom to shoar
To raise a false wen or expand a false bump
Project a false hip or protrude a false rump,
Was never ascertain'd; and fegs I declare
To make more enquiry I never will dare.