There’s something kind of heroic about being a bookseller. – Gabriele Zevin, The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry
I had written a wonderful post several weeks ago that I dedicated to my customers. I was quite proud of it. All about working with them. Greeting them. Fulfilling orders. Our diverse conversations. It was a thank you and tribute to all throughout my years of owning the bookstore. But! somehow, I deleted it and couldn’t recover it. In my previous life at the ACCOC, I would have been able to. Or I’d like to believe I could. Anyways, I couldn’t. And it was so not like me to back-up my work. I always back-up! Paragraph by paragraph. But I didn’t. Darn. I found some amazing quotes and took great photos that fit my message, too. Trying to rewrite it wasn’t giving the same impact or meaning. So out of frustration I ignored it and here I am.
At this time of year, I always look toward the new year and come up with a few goals. Mostly personal. Not so much bookstore related. For instance, this upcoming summer I will spend a day at Shelburne Museum. It’s been many years since I’ve gone there. I like to get lost in the buildings and their exhibits. Especially among the quilts and textiles.
I’ve declared this upcoming year will be extra special because it is going to be centered around me. The last six years have been very hard and emotional for me in ways I don’t talk about. I am going to start 2026 with time off. I’m planning on reopening after Christmas, Dec 26 and 27 but will be closed Dec 28 until Tuesday Jan 6, 2026. Down time. To be good to me.
If peace had a smell, it would be the smell of a library full of old, leather-bound books. – Mark Pryor, The Bookseller
The bookstore is my haven. Safe place. Cozy. Warm. Full of friends – customers and books, alike. I consider myself one of the lucky ones to carry-on the legacy of Otter Books and the versions it has been. Honestly, when Reba Blair told me that “Dike would approve!” before she walked out the door one day, to me was the biggest compliment I have ever received. Growing up in Weybridge I’d sneak into town, and I went to either Ilsley Library or The Vermont Bookshop. As a little girl no one paid much attention to me so I could wander. The library was stricter until the librarian recognized I was a reader (after I passed her test) and the children’s books weren’t cutting it for me. Of course, I didn’t have money so I could only wander the bookstore’s aisle and note the books I wanted to read then head to the library to see if they it.
Owning a used bookstore is amazing. But know it is a lot of work. Especially when it’s pretty much me. That’s accepting books. Traveling to pick up books. Sorting. Cleaning. Pricing. Shelving. Reorganizing shelves to accommodate new arrivals. Or store the boxes and try to remember what’s in them. Sweeping. Dusting, though I know I’ve not consistent with that! I do have occasional help, but it comes down to me. And I’ve gotten slower. Oh, not cuz of my age, silly! It’s because I’m tired. Tired of dealing with healthcare, and then some over these six years plus. It really was a battle I had no idea I would be fighting, but persistence pays off. Just I’m finding it has been at my expense, and I need to close those chapters to continue moving ahead.
I’ve no idea what I’ll do while I’m closed. I know I’ll get the wood on the deck stacked higher. Make soup atop the wood stove. Get a pile of books together to read and get comfy under my special crocheted afghan. I’ve two new books on Grant to read. Hiking. Walking. Embroidering. Indoor painting? So many choices. Maybe even staying in bed all day. Ok, that really won’t happen. I really need this time. And yes, I’m counting down the days. So not me but…
Thank you all for helping me owning Otter Creek Used Books for nineteen years! 19! And all you naysayers – you know who you are! – ha! Don’t you know my motto? “Because I can!” 🙂 Of course, I can do this because of customers and the friendships I have developed. And being a part of an amazing and generous organization, The Vermont Antiquarian Booksellers Association, VABA.
Thank you!
“A bookseller,” said Grandfather, “is the link between mind and mind, the feeder of the hungry, very often the binder up of wounds. There he sits, your bookseller, surrounded by a thousand minds all done up neatly in cardboard cases; beautiful minds, courageous minds, strong minds, wise minds, all sorts and conditions. There come into him other minds, hungry for beauty, for knowledge, for truth, for love, and to the best of his ability he satisfies them all….Yes….It’s a great vocation….Moreover his life is one of wide horizons. He deals in the stuff of eternity and there’s no death in a bookseller’s shop. Plato and Jane Austen and Keats sit side by side behind his back, Shakespeare is on his right hand and Shelley on his left.” – Elizabeth Goudge, A City of Bells





















