Once, I went into a Travelling Shop. It was a second-hand bookshop. The bookshelves were in different sizes. The place had an old sort of feel to it – it was in an older building, down a mysterious lane in … Continue reading »He owns a cat named Montague and eats afghans
I buy most of my books online. I feel bad about it, sometimes, but books are really expensive here. The mark-ups are extraordinary – and that’s not the retailers’ fault, that RRP. So, one does what one can with the … Continue reading »Stories in the Air