the Infinite Monkey speaks: on book sniffing
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When I was about 12 I finished all the books in the 14+ section (yeah, I was that kid) and had to move on to other bookshops. It was sad.
But I was lucky enough to grow up there – with those books and those shelves – from a six-year-old holding her daddy’s hand to a weird preteen sniffing the books when no one was looking. I was lucky enough to experience the joy of book-hunting, of going in with no idea what you want and finding that hidden gem or that old favourite recalled from a foggy memory.