Bookshop Osmosis

The glossy acrylic smell of new editions is cordite to my nose, an explosive mixture of - need to know. I finger trawl over dust covers mindreading unread masterpieces. Movies ransacked many of these novels, hearsay and word of mouth account for aisles of open secrets and commonly revealed revelations. I should obtain a dozen or so acclaimed sagas, display them on a prominent shelf – because, well, one really ought to, or maybe just read last chapters, if not too long.