If you're on your lonesome this Valentine's Day, why not celebrate the joy of solitude with a fine book? I know that sounds lame, but I'm serious. I really really like reading. And I love love. And these are some genuinely fine books on the topic.
Nathanael West's Miss Lonelyhearts (1933) catalogues the seedy side of love in a male newspaper columnist's down-and-out correspondence with the lovelorn of New York. A gritty tale with a (vintage) cover to match.
Carson McCuller's debut novel, The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter (1940) champions the loneliness of misfits and the difficulties faced by outsider love in the deep south. A real heartbreaker - sad but truthful.