An open book…
“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read. “ ~Attributed to Groucho Marx
It’s been ages since I had the time to enter an old-fashioned bookstore. I had to go to the city the other day to have repairs run on my specs and because I was in the city, I decided to visit my two favourite bookstores. One is a café/bookstore and I spent a long time sifting through the coffee-table titles. One called The Treehouse Book.
At $75.00, a present for someone for Christmas. Another on Maria Island by Tom Dunbabin.
But best of all… and not printed and bound… the café’s selection of macaroons of which I made a selection: caramel and chocolate and which I bought to take home so that they could partner a cup of tea whilst I read my kindle!
Then to my other favourite bookstore where I picked up an order: Mary Hoffman’s David. And wandered around secretly listing titles to purchase on their wonderful wine and cheese shopping night pre-Christmas. I talked to the staff… those same staff who gave my own books the centre flag position and who sold such a memorable amount of titles when they were released in print. To be frank, I look forward to seeing the print version of A Thousand Glass Flowers on their shelves.
Then I came home and switched on the Kindle and went browsing:
Autumn Duchess by Lucinda Brant. Gallia Invicta by SJA Turney, Torbrek by Lexi Revellian. Georgiana Darcy’s Diary by Anna Elliott.
Too many titles to list but all in all a bookish kind of time.
I’m not going to get into an argument about which is better: bricks and mortar or e-shops. After all, I’m an author whose novels are sold in both. Suffice to say that the other day I had fun in different sorts of bookstores. Maybe that’s the thing you see: there’s room for them all.