After a six week delay, and a 23 or so book backlog, hello again.
My 48th review is of a lovely, funny short book about weird things people say to booksellers and my review develops into a spiel about why we should use real, local bookshops, or libraries, not vast online, faceless corporations.
“Customer: I read a book in the sixties. I don’t remember the author, or the title. But it was green, and it made me laugh. Do you know which one I mean?”