As a buyer and seller of used books, we find a lot of unusual items tucked away between their pages: receipts, notes, poems, photographs. Earlier this week, we found something truly amazing. Which is the real cover?
Hint: not this one, though judging by the haunted expression I can only imagine that must have been one harrowing lecture on russian literature. It's sort of like Penguin's draw your own cover line of books, but creepier.