Second-hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world. – Virginia Woolf, Street Haunting

Oh, yes. I’ve gotten far away from this website. This site was to reflect the life of a used bookstore lady. Trial and tribulations. Experiences. Books. Books I’ve read, am reading, wanting to read. The ebb and flow of a used bookstore. And then whatever comes to my mind.

But I have to say, I’ve gotten away from working on the website because I’ve been putting more energy into the Facebook and Instragram posts. It’s so much easier. Find a book or a stack, a series or interest, take a picture. Find an appropriate quote. Post. Done. Here I have to come up with a theme to write about, take pics, find appropriate quotes, edit, proofread, edit, spell check, grammar check…. I try to remember what I learned in school. Mrs. Farnham. Mrs. Tatro. I’m sure I’ve disappointed them but it’s really ok. I think that there is leeway on the internet. If not, well, please don’t burst my bubble.

The only news I really have is that I’m walking. Without a cane or a walker. Yes, there was a two week period I was using a walker. But that was at home following my hip replacement. All’s good now. I’m walking upright, head up and redeveloping my stride.

The store has been humming along quite well. Boxes in all the time. Book scouts have returned to bringing books. Inventory is changing: ‘new’ books arriving, cleaned, priced, and shelved, and books are being purchased and walking out. A great flow.

So life here in this used bookstore is chugging alone quite nicely.

I often think . . . that the bookstores that will save civilization are not online, nor on campuses, nor named Borders, Barnes & Noble, Dalton, or Crown. They are the used bookstores, in which, for a couple of hundred dollars, one can still find, with some diligence, the essential books of our culture, from the Bible and Shakespeare to Plato, Augustine, and Pascal. – James V. Schall, On the Unseriousness of Human Affairs: Teaching, Writing, Playing, Believing, Lecturing, Philosophizing, Singing, Dancing