In a bid to save money, RM has been valianting attempting to curb his book-buying habit. I think this is a worthy goal given that at great cost we have recently packed, shipped and unpacked twenty boxes containing our combined book collection, and when we move again I don’t fancy packing and moving forty boxes of books. Plus, we have a library 5 minutes walk from our house, with more books than we could ever read in our lifetime.
But I don’t want to be known as the no-fun-fiancee. So when RM turned his big sad puppy eyes at me, I couldn’t bear to deny him a little look inside The Searchers. The airy, well-organised and well-stocked shop is the antithesis of the dusty higgledy-piggledy mess of your usual secondhand bookstore (they also sell vinyl records) and I’ll admit it’s a pleasant place to browse. But naturally RM couldn’t just browse – he came away with The Road by Cormac McCarthy (even though he warned me from against this supposedly unreadable book to my book club!) and The Art of Travel DVD by Alain de Botton.
This place is not hot
The guy who runs it is surly and rude to his customers -has anyone ever seen him smile?
And for what is meant to be a second hand book shop his shelves are littered with the new penguin facsimilies
Hi Georges
Sorry to hear of your bad experiences at The Searchers. I was in there recently and yes, the owner did crack a smile at me! Perhaps you caught him on a bad-mood day, which of course is not really an excuse when you’re there to serve customers.
Jetsetting Joyce