Bookshop

The ‘classics’ section is not small. Ranks of tightly printed editions squeeze a concertina of time. The glossy acrylic smell of new books is cordite to my nose, I dodge a graphic array of explosive masterpieces. Movies have usurped many of these books Wikipedia factoids précis lengthy sagas, Hearsay, and word of mouth account for whole aisles of masterpieces. There are just a few left, books that keep their obscure tales under cryptic wraps. I could take them home, maybe fill a single shelf – speed-read my way through, or maybe just read the blurb and the last chapter just in case I am ever asked.