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Sunday, April 23, 2017

on bookshops

Eligiendo lecturas en la librería (ilustración de Arthur Getz):
Artist: Arthur Getz
Last fortnight, I went op-shopping with my sister and some friends. Our last stop (after morning tea) was to the only dedicated bookshop in town: a mixture of new and pre-loved and old cultural books and Penguin classics. Inside, it smells of dusty ink and paper. As much as I like visiting there, I often don't buy simply because I find it hard to find books that pique my interest and I'm kind of poor, but this time there were two poetry books (Sylvia Plath and Robert Frost) and Dragonrider by Cornelia Funke (I've been meaning to read Inkheart for forever, which is a good enough reason for getting that one). So I bought those, and my friend bought a book, and, as we were leaving, I noticed a for sale sign in the window. If I could, I'd buy that bookshop on the side of the arcade across from the café. I wonder, a little sadly, what will happen to it.

Yesterday, I learned two of the bigger bookshops in our nearest city had closed. Bookshops I had insisted on visiting whenever we were there for appointments or clothes shopping. Now they're gone, and economically I