It was, in many ways, her dream bookshop. Not least because all the books had already been read.
Books that had already been read were the best.

As long as she had books and money, nothing could be a catastrophe.

There's always a person for every book. And a book for every person.

For as long as she could remember, she had thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belonged with blankets, comfortable armchairs, and big cups of coffee or tea.

Feel-good books were ones you could put down with a smile on your face, books that made you think the world was a little crazier, stranger, and more beautiful when you looked up from them.

…secondhand bookstores have pilgrims. The words out of print are a call to arms for those who seek a Holy Grail made of paper and ink.