I love a good bookshop. There’s something about the smell of paper, the feel of gloss printed photographs and faded prose. Spying on what other people take to the till, or read by the shelves. Contemplating whether or not the ease of a kindle outweighs the pleasure of traipsing around with an enormous tome in your handbag.
But I’ll confess to a terrible habit. Whilst shops are a source of inspiration and I get great pleasure in finding new treasures, it’s a rare occurrence that I’ll actually part with my cash in one. I constantly find myself checking on amazon for price comparison, and, despite my desire to support local shops, it’s just a tad too difficult to fork out over twice the price just for the pleasure of taking it home there and then. And it does feel fairly sinful, to indulge in the pleasure of the bookshop but then leave empty handed regardless.
So, at the very least, I may as well share all of the books on my to-buy list. (Although, these three will also be landing on my doorstep tomorrow).