Ode to bookshops. 

There is something about the smell of that many books in one place. There is something about the long lines of story upon story waiting to be read. There is something about the many many reams of paper to get lost in. Oh to sit and open and inhale and lose all time.

I’ve always loved the refuge of the bookshop, the understanding of the shop staff as I’ve spent hours sitting, reading, looking and sometimes just stroking the books. Waterstones is even more of a treat in its new incarnation. It’s independent vibe, free from the large group that held it, makes it delightful to hang out in. The children’s sections are superb and every nook and cranny holds a coffee table to sit in and read to your leisure. 

Today we bought our half term books. Today I wistfully looked around awaiting the days I can linger once more. Today the boys squealed in delight at books, books and more books. Long may that continue. 

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