What does your dream bookshop look like?
Reading is a magical past-time for me. You can pry open the cover of a book and be transported to a foreign land, with evocative scents, and vivid scenery. Or be taken to a different planet, a different era.
Books have always been my go-to place when I’ve needed comfort or escape – there they are, like the most stoic friend. And like so many bookworms, I’ve always imagined paradise as owning a tiny little bookshop, one slightly off the beaten track.
My dream bookshop isn’t shiny, and it’s not new.
It’s almost sepia, it’s so dimly lit.
The old wooden floors creak with age, and are bowed from decades of foot traffic. Books snake precariously up from the floor, are double stacked on shelves, and wherever we can find room. Every book deserves its place, whether it’s a novel missing its cover, or a textbook with dog-eared pages…
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