Posts Tagged ‘bookstores’
April 26, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
If you have twenty minutes free, watch this short film. The Last Bookshop, which was shot in bookstores around London and Kent, takes place in a dystopian future world without books, and makes an engaging case for the joys of print. By Richard Dadd and Dan Fryer.
April 24, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
“Standing there, staring at the long shelves crammed with books, I felt myself relax and was suddenly at peace.” —Helene Hanff, Q’s Legacy
April 11, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
March 19, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
- Can there ever be too many albums-as-books? In a word: no.
- As long as we’re grappling with the Big Questions: Is this the worst book cover in the world? (No.)
- Not one but two bookstores saved by loyal communities! (Via Shelf Awareness.)
- Books about libraries: the perfect storm for bibliophiles.
- This guy, in particular, might enjoy them, since he’s banned from “all the libraries on the face of the Earth.”
March 15, 2013 | by Kelly McMasters
“The sky was darker than the water
—it was the color of mutton-fat jade.”
—Elizabeth Bishop, “The End of March”
On more Saturday afternoons than not this month, I’ve watched swirls of snow blow past the blue door of our bookshop. The parking lots in town have small mountains of mud-encrusted snow piled in their corners, monuments to the length of this winter. At home, the firewood is running low, our freezer is nearly empty of the lamb we split with our neighbors back in the fall, and the local farmer’s market offerings have dwindled down to the last rutabagas from the root cellars. This has been a long winter, and everyone who comes into the bookshop looks a bit tired, drawn, impatient for spring and the promises that come with it.
My favorite customer came in three weeks ago with his pregnant wife, her hair and eyes glowing, everything about her bursting with her own impending spring. Her husband is my favorite customer because he is my good luck charm—on the bookshop’s first Saturday he walked in and poked around until he found our poetry section. He gaped, not believing our little cache of modern poets. He revealed he was also a poet, had written his graduate thesis on Franz Wright. He’d grown up in town and I thought the presence of a local poet on one of our first days open was an auspicious sign. Read More »
March 14, 2013 | by Sadie Stein