#bookshop life

[gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes]

Oh, my. But. But they were roommates.

[the-dust-jacket]

Art by Joy Nevada

[thetownsendsw]

Just had the guy claiming Peter S. Beagle stole his new book come through my shop, ranting about it, how he has 3,000 pages of evidence and the British publisher already pulled it, and calling Beagle, towards whom he’s been found liable for elder abuse and fraud, a “bastard”.

Cause you know, ranting to a random clerk at the airport four minutes before closing makes you sound SO convincing!

[thebooksellersdaughter]

My dad has been a bookshop owner all my life. The bookshop life was never romanticised for me -- it wasn't until I was older and would tell bookish friends that my dad had a bookstore, and I'd see the stars in their eyes, that I realised I was living a bookworm's dream.

It was just my dad's job. He went to work in the morning and came back for dinner, briefcase and everything. He'd do paperwork. He'd tell mundane stories about trying to find a book for a customer. I would go visit him with my mum occasionally, wander through the shelves, pick something out. He would bring me home pretty, empty boxes -- I collected them and treasured them perhaps more than the books themselves.

Now that I am working there too, it is both more magical and more mundane. Working in a bookshop is just a retail job. Customer service, albeit lowkey. And I do not enjoy customer service. You have to be a crazy person to enjoy I think (my dad is a crazy person).

But the books. Oh, the books. Our shop sells both new and used books -- but mostly used. We get new donations/people selling us books practically every day, and its a treasure hunt of the best kind.

I love books like air. So full of wisdom and beauty and history and delight. I only wish I could spend my hours at the shop reading. But just being surrounded by them fills my soul with peace.

[everysongineverykey]

good omens the book, 1990: see, queen is so ubiquitous in london these days that if you leave a tape in a car for too long, it'll inevitably morph into a best of queen tape. which is why their megahits are playing in crowley's bentley all the time! isn't that a funny and topical joke?

good omens the show, 2019-2023: yeah crowley's car has a hands-free call system and also only plays cassette tapes. yeah it's whatever don't think about it. what's an incredibly earnest and passionate queen love song we can play during this scene where crowley tries urgently to reach aziraphale

[novel--notes]

It’s funny. No matter where you go, or how many books you read, you still know nothing, you haven’t seen anything. And that’s life.

[how-to-get-away-with-study]

Trying to finish this degree. Last exam to go next week. Wish me luck! 🍀

And of course we must always study inside bookstore-cafes ☕

[magicaloxford]

Sunshine, blossoms, and tea in Blackwell's bookstore on a spring day in Oxford 🌸!

[thebookwormclub]

[ducks-love-peas]

meanwhile, Crowley:

Good Omens 2 | ⭑favorite moments⭑ 2/?

[myhoneststudyblr]

07|08|2023

long time, no post so little life update! i’ve finished my first year at university and loved every minute of it! i’ve met amazing people and made so many memories. i’ve been reading a lot and has done a bit of travelling as well as writing lots of notes! oh and I survived the great war and got tickets for the eras tour for next year ✨

[artistsonthelam]

Inside Albertine Books. 🌛 Upper East Side, New York City. // (c) Jenny Lam 2024

[tmedic]

.. Little stop at Waterstones .. 🧡

[mister-a-z-fell]

It took some searching, but I finally unearthed the trade tokens from my old shop on the bridge. Rather the worse for wear, but still legible!

The lack of small denomination coins at that time made everyday purchases difficult. Traders took it upon themselves to issue farthing (a quarter of a penny) and half-penny tokens to fill the gap.

Shops could give these tokens as change, and would accept other traders’ tokens. Thus, for example, Mister Finch of ‘The Dog’s Head’ might come to me with twenty-four of my half-penny tokens, and redeem them for a shilling.

The practice survived for some several decades until, in 1672, a proclamation was issued by Charles II that copper farthings and halfpence stamped at the Mint would be the only permitted coinage, and the issuing of private tokens largely ceased.

You might be interested to know that the discussion of minting /legal/ small coinage was discussed by the Commonwealth Government — as beneficial to the poor — as early as 1651. Despite this, nothing was done about it. For almost thirty years.

Isn’t history interesting?

[no-carpets]

because the only good reason to go to london on vacation is to visit the filming locations of the best movie ever made and be absolutely insufferable about it

[introspectivememories]

cannot stop thinking about loguetown shuggy and im not talking post-execution shuggy. loguetown shuggy as in the two-year gap between reaching raftel and roger's execution. like that was it!!! that was the universe giving their chance to be together!!! to get it right!!!! except they were what? 14? 15? so of course they got it wrong!!!! of course they fucked it up, and now they've spent decades apart and buggy's got a good thing going with crocodile and mihawk and shanks is finally ready to claim the one piece or whatever and the last time they properly talked was at their captain's son's execution. funny how the only thing that seems to bring them together is death