My Trip to the Bookshop

On Saturday I paid a visit to a large book retailer. I do love a book shop. A book shop is like a real life visit to Twitter. You pop in for five minutes and before you know it a whole hour has passed. The shopping experience is quite unlike visiting any other type of store.
I went in to buy a copy of On Writing by Stephen King as recommended by Julia Crouch in her workshop at the Festival of Writing earlier this month.
I asked a friendly member of staff where I might find it. She took me to its location (in the horror section – I was so glad I asked, I’d never have looked there) and gave me her personal recommendation of the title. I browsed for a while. And eavesdropped.
In the women’s section next door, two ladies, strangers as far as I could tell, were suggesting titles to each other based on the novels they’d got in their hands. A foreign student, in broken english,was asking a member of staff for advice on choosing a book that would challenge him. The salesperson pointed him towards the new James Bond novel.
Small twins were noisily discussing the merits of one picture book over another and a solemn faced little girl was sitting on a bean bag, totally engrossed on a Cathy Cassidy.
In the centre of the store Daniel Kemp was doing a signing of his book The Desolate Garden and although I didn’t stop to talk to him, I sent him a telepathic message of good luck.
It was, quite simply, a lovely place to be; a convivial atmosphere, shared interests and a palpable passion for books.
Let’s all keep our fingers crossed that our bookshops continue to hang on in there; the high street would be such a poorer place without them.

Cathy Bramley
By Cathy Bramley

Cathy is the author of the best-selling romantic comedies Ivy Lane, Appleby farm, Conditional Love, Wickham Hall and The Plumberry School of Comfort Food. She lives in a Nottinghamshire village with her family and Pearl, the Cockerpoo. Her recent career as a full-time writer of light-hearted romantic fiction has come as somewhat of a lovely surprise after spending eighteen years running her own marketing agency. However, she has always been an avid reader, hiding her book under the duvet and reading by torchlight. Luckily her husband has now bought her a Kindle with a light, so that’s the end of all that palaver.

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