Tonight I spent a very happy couple of hours in a bookshop. After hours.
There is something rather special about being in a bookshop when it’s closed that I can’t quite put my finger on. This evening I was there for a poetry reading (Katherine Stansfield’s excellent Playing House, out today), so there was wine and good conversation and a chance to browse through the stacks.
While I was there, I snuck into the children’s section, with a very particular mission in mind.
You see, tomorrow, Arthur and Me hits the shelves and there was one thing I needed to do.
I needed to make a little space in the T section.
Years ago, when I was a teenager, my Dad caught me moving the books around in a bookshop, moving the ones in the T section around so that there was a book shaped gap on the shelves. ‘What…
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