Opening Day

I did it. I actually did it. After secretly dreaming of it for so many years, I finally opened a bookshop. Even though it’s only every other Saturday, even though I still have a day job, even though I only sold five books to four groups of customers, it’s a success in my eyes. BecauseContinueContinue reading “Opening Day”

The Trousers of Time

Do you ever get the feeling that your life is re-writing itself around you? That somewhere out there, things are re-shaping themselves, like you’re clay on a potter’s wheel? Change is slowly creeping up on you, you can’t see it but you can feel it. There’s excitement in the air. That’s me at the moment.ContinueContinue reading “The Trousers of Time”

A Tuscan Bookshop

You know the feeling you get when you open a book and, right from the first sentence, it draws you in? From those first few words, you know you are going to love it and read it again and again, because it feels like you’ve come home. Every little girl is unhappy in her ownContinueContinue reading “A Tuscan Bookshop”

Hidden Treasures

One amazing thing about getting so many books ready to sell is how many memories have spilled out from between the pages. Bookmarks. Messages. Reminders of when I last read the books, who gave them to me, or how long I’ve had them. One book, Room 13, was a Christmas present from my godmother inContinueContinue reading “Hidden Treasures”