I hope you've all had a lovely, amazingly bookish Easter weekend and are feeling prepared to face the world again. At Relish Towers we have been mostly reading (namely Mary Barton), book buying and drinking beer and, although I felt particularly grumpy at having my nose forced out of my book this morning, I feel bright and light as a feather after a detox day of soup and salad (and just a little bit of Easter chocolate!)
A certain member of the Manchester Book Group from Leeds inadvertently put me completely to shame by recently revealing her trip to the deepest, darkest depths of South Manchester, mere minutes from my own front door, to a warehouse/shipping containers literally full to the brim with books. Pick a book at random about any subject/ genre on earth and at Sharston Books you shall find it. We certainly did this Easter weekend.
The little bearded chap who owns this Aladdins Cave is just lovely and was very keen to get our opinion on how he'd arranged the shop, which I found to have struck the perfect balance between extremely organised and excitingly haphazard. I can't thank Alex enough for discovering it for us. After speaking to the owner it actually turns out that most of his custom comes from much further field than Manchester, with us Mancunians being largely completely ignorant of its existence. Quelle horreur!
I was actually forced to have words with myself after two excitable hours in the fiction section and came away with the modest pile you see before you. A particular favourite was The Small Miracle by Paul Gallico; a beautiful little volume that matches my copy of The Snow Goose which (I think) I received for Christmas last year. The Eric Newbys are a treat for the boyfriend who is on a travel writing frenzy at the mo (recently interrupted by Great Expectations) and loves the Picador editions of Newby's adventures.
Adventure beckons...Does anyone have any travel writers they could recommend as our next port of call?