Need they die?

The bookshop
The bookshop

There must be a way to stop the traditional Indi bookshop fading into a fondly recalled past. Most of us who love books also love bookshops. We can fondly recall the smell and feel and hush of the ranks of familiar and yet to be discovered friends in our favourite shop.

Perhaps there was an owner whose knowledge we’d tap into. Perhaps he sold second-hand books too and took our read ones in trade – but only those that we didn’t put on our own shelves to cherish or forget for years until the house move, when the dust gets blown off and they’re opened once more to produce a sigh of remembrance and a promise to read again.  Continue reading

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