Wayward & Wandering Book Prices
Being an avid book lover, the only thing I buy most and certainly very regularly, are books. For me, despite my half a dozen or so other hobbies, there is nothing that can match the joy of buying a book, new or old and then immediately sitting down in a secluded place to relish it, undisturbed.
That place need not be the proverbial book-lover’s ‘cosy corner’ and so it can be my verandah, my living room, my bedroom, my workplace, after I finish my work or even my car, while I wait most patiently, for my family members to finish their shopping and other chores in the marketplace. The longer they take to do this, the happier I am, which may seem more than a little surprising to most normal men. Yes, I never once call them up to ask what is taking them so long!
Doing this, shuts out the rest of the world to me and I enter into a trance-like state, where my book and I alone exist, while time stands still. There cannot be an ecstasy greater than this to me and I’m sure that most book-lovers will only agree with me on this. Even if I have just ten minutes of time, I never lose a chance to walk into a book shop and spend at least an hour there!
But I’m happiest in shops that sell old books. The place and their wares have their own unique charm, with their own unique smell, wafting across, that makes me feel light-headed.
What is iconic about these two places and what makes them unique now, are things that I would like to write about, maybe next weekend.
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