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Tiny monsters on the loose...
Stories are mischievous little monsters. They scuttle off your shelf, knock over your bookmarks, tangle themselves in your earbuds, and sometimes they sneak into your life as a film, a...
Tiny monsters on the loose...
Stories are mischievous little monsters. They scuttle off your shelf, knock over your bookmarks, tangle themselves in your earbuds, and sometimes they sneak into your life as a film, a...
Your invitation to The Story Station Book Club ...
Every bookshop is a little universe, and ours only works because of the readers who keep it alive. I know that some of you don’t just read books...you collect them....
Your invitation to The Story Station Book Club ...
Every bookshop is a little universe, and ours only works because of the readers who keep it alive. I know that some of you don’t just read books...you collect them....
BookTok, memes and the bug that hates it here.
I need to be careful not to show my age here, but BookTok isn’t exactly my natural habitat. I’ve always been more at home with text. Maybe that’s the wannabe...
BookTok, memes and the bug that hates it here.
I need to be careful not to show my age here, but BookTok isn’t exactly my natural habitat. I’ve always been more at home with text. Maybe that’s the wannabe...
Anonymous had a name all along.
A secondhand bookshop is, in its own way, an archive. Every spine is already cracked, every page already turned, every margin carrying the faint trace of someone else’s thought. That...
Anonymous had a name all along.
A secondhand bookshop is, in its own way, an archive. Every spine is already cracked, every page already turned, every margin carrying the faint trace of someone else’s thought. That...
Reader, I peeped at her shelf.
She was in the kitchen making tea, and I was left alone with the spines lined up in her living room. Books always feel like an invitation (or a dare?)....
Reader, I peeped at her shelf.
She was in the kitchen making tea, and I was left alone with the spines lined up in her living room. Books always feel like an invitation (or a dare?)....
Books are terrible at endings.
Virginia Woolf once said that books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately. She was right, of course. (Woolf usually is.)This Women’s Month, you proved...
Books are terrible at endings.
Virginia Woolf once said that books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately. She was right, of course. (Woolf usually is.)This Women’s Month, you proved...