I received a little gem of a book last Wednesday. It's a memoir of sorts about the author's passion for books and his career as a bookseller. It also touches on the history of the library and the inevitable relationship of bookstores and cafes.
I've only read the first chapter so far, and I think that this is the perfect gift to give to anyone who loves spending his or her free time in bookstores.
Lewis Buzbee, the author, is a romantic. (How can you not love someone with Buzbee for a surname?) He talks about how he used to work from one bookstore to the next, eventually running his own.
I'll post a more substantive review of the book as soon as I've finished it. Thank you, R, for The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop. It's simply beautiful.
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