![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() When I walk into a bookstore, any bookstore, first thing in the morning, I’m flooded with a sense of hushed excitement. What a lot of times the word ‘book’ was in that sentence – what’s the opposite of aversion therapy? The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop isn’t overly sentimental, since Buzbee has had to understand the commodity aspect of books, but he speaks with a voice which every booklover will recognise and respond to: It’s ‘a memoir, a history’ of Buzbee’s life with books – working in a bookshop, working as a publisher’s sales rep, just generally living and loving books – and interspersed with this is the history of books and booksellers. The book I’m currently reading bits of here and there is The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop by Lewis Buzbee, which I bought when meeting online friends in London. Part of the amusement of the course was trying to unlearn everything since about 1998, when the test was made. On the bright side, today I completed my European Computer Driving Licen ce, which can be stuck squarely onto my CV, though it would be an exaggeration to say I yet understood Access or the finer workings of Excel. Annoyingly, a headache has been added to the mix. So I’ll carry on trying to shift the block, and get back to my normal Stuck position. Today’s title is one of the suggestions I’ve had, in the face of Readers’ Block (or, since I’m just one person, Reader’s Block) – I *think* I did do welly-throwing – or welly-wanging – at a village fete once, but I’m probably not ready to take it up as an Olympic sport just yet. ![]()
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