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I was thinking about posting various things into the miserable thread when something rather nice happened.
I had popped into my local bookshop in order to enquire about the publication date of the new Tracy Chevalier novel: Burning Bright, but they didn't seem to have it. At which point the elegant lady bookseller behind the counter fished under the desk, produced a proof copy, and told me that as long as I kept it to myself I could take it. Just gave me it. Didn't need to use my secret bookseller handshake or nothing.
Thank you mystery bookseller. I've had no sleep, am tired, not very happy, at work, but you've made my day. The book may well prove to suck desicated eighteenth-century donkey balls, but that was incredibly incredibly kind of you. |
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