Browsing in bookshops involves much more than just looking. It involves a lot of stroking and fondling of the kind that you might be arrested for if the subject of your public attentions was a person. In “The Polysyllabic Spree”, his account of a year-long reading binge, novelist Nick Hornby declared that “books are simply better than anything else” and these days, books are so darn sexy it’s hard to keep your hands off them.
The book lust was upon me and a book token was burning a hole in my pocket when I visited Page and Blackmore’s bookshop last Saturday. It turned out to be New Zealand Bookshop Day and all kinds of celebratory bookish entertainments were on offer including tea and toast and random giveaways.
I like random give-aways as much as the next woman, but I really had to do something about the smoke spiralling from the back pocket of my jeans so I ignored the beverages - and the possibility of a freebie - to browse the tables of appetisingly displayed books right away.
I like random give-aways as much as the next woman, but I really had to do something about the smoke spiralling from the back pocket of my jeans so I ignored the beverages - and the possibility of a freebie - to browse the tables of appetisingly displayed books right away.
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