^ inside mr b’s emporium of reading delights
the best bookstores are the ones that urge me to leave straightaway so i can go home and read. or, better yet, the ones that make me want to sit down right there in the shop and never leave ever. better still are the ones that seem to understand the feeling of the latter and offer something comparable: reading spa vouchers that include a chat in the bibliotherapy room, leading to a stack of books tailored just to your taste, a cup of tea, slice of cake, and comfy chair (as a non-resident of bath, i would be equally pleased with their reading year monthly package…). sister and i stumbled upon this gem on our first visit to bath, and i had dreamt of returning ever since. sometimes bookstores overwhelm, but i like these little kinds, where each volume is hand-packed, enclosed within tintin-papered walls.
the delightfully bibliophilic,