shelf life
books are for sale
5 July was my last day working at the bookshop, my favourite bookshop in London. The first time I met my bosses was at the basement of the shop, where I had an interview. I don't know about you, but when it comes to people I usually know straight away whether I'd like to spend time with them. I walked home that day feeling that I wouldn't mind working for these two gentlemen. And indeed my instincts were right. My bosses are very witty, well-read, tasteful and never take themselves too seriously. Through their exchanges with customers and booksellers, I found them to be trustworthy businessmen: they were never calculating, in fact, occasionally they were a bit too generous. It was my privilege to work for them as I was constantly introduced to interesting books and subjects, and of course, characters that were somewhat larger than life--their unique buying habits, stories and dusty libraries. A bookshop can attract the strangest creatures on earth, and that's what makes it so fun. At some point I realised that everytime I walked to the shop in the morning for work, I was in a good mood. As for the other assistants who also worked there, they became friends who I'd like to meet up once in a while and have a good chat. Now that I've done such a good PR for the bookshop, it's your job to come to Cecil Court and buy loads of books!