Before ever I was a bookseller, I was a bookworm.
I’ve worked in bookselling for most of my adult life; most of my adult life has happened since I joined Stroud Bookshop in 1997. Stroud Bookshop has, in effect, helped to make me, as I have made my life, my living, selling books. I’ve been a student, made a family, made friends, and read, and sold, a LOT of books. And after all this time, I still love it. There’s a tremendous satisfaction to be found when someone comes back to the shop, having enjoyed something they’ve bought at my recommendation, to say ‘I LOVED it, give me another’. If there’s half a chance you’re in my reading tribe, I am absolutely going to recruit you.
There is, of course, the professional frustration that I am NEVER going to be able to keep up with all I want to read. I have made my peace with that. It’s FINE, really.
I like my fiction beautiful and strange. I dip in and out of the non-fiction pool as the fancy strikes me.