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Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

Opal Saturday afternoon brought a gentle autumn rain to Savannah, turning the cobblestone streets slick and reflective. Seeking refuge from the drizzle, I took the triplets to E. Shaver, Bookseller—a cozy, labyrinthine indie bookstore filled with the comforting aroma of old paper, leather bindings, and dark roast coffee. "Stay together, please," I instructed softly, unwrapping my damp scarf as we navigated the narrow wooden aisles. "Mommy, can I look at the space books with the giant rockets?" Oliver asked, tugging on my sleeve, his dark eyes wide with excitement.

I was SO opening my own bookstore. The girl behind the counter smiled at us when we walked in. It smelled of leather .. books.. and coffee. They had a little coffee shop in the back.. perfection! I stood in the doorway looking and taking it all in. “You okay?” Jenny asked me. “Yes… just getting ideas for my future store..” I said. She laughed. “Can I help you guys find anything?” The girl behind the counter said. But we told her we just wanted to look. Aside from books that had tons of knick knacks and gifts.. candles and some toys .. and all sorts of cool gadgets.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

She mustered a half-amused, half-haughty tone and smoothed down her skirt, red dusting her cheeks. After another five minutes or so, we finally stopped in front of a tiny shop with a striped awning and the words Beacon Hill Books stamped in gold on a big placard above the entrance. Piles of books filled the display, obstructing my view of the shop’s interior, and two royal blue carts groaned beneath the weight of discounted tomes on the sidewalk. The street here was only wide enough for pedestrians and bicycles. A car didn’t have a chance of squeezing through it. The same went for the surrounding streets. The neighborhood was quaint and half-sketchy.

I accepted Annelise's invitation and visited her at her work at the mall. She used her amazing and long lunch time to show me her favorite stores, including a bookstore whose shelves reached two floors of the building, and the characteristic smell of new and never used books filled the entire environment. I myself was strongly influenced by the unique atmosphere that a library or bookstore can offer, and I ended up buying half my salary of books that would require a lot of strength from my arms to carry them. Also inside the bookstore I was introduced to one of her best friends, Zylah, a very thin and tall girl, with dark blonde hair and green eyes, and the only attendant in the whole store.

— I would stay to live here. The muted yellowish light emanating from numerous pendant lamps and floor lamps near the benches facing the shelves, both on the first and second floors, created a special atmosphere in the store. “As you can see, this is primarily a bookstore, but with a small cafe and a limited assortment of art supplies,” Yuna shook her head towards the corner with a glass display case and a free-standing double-door cabinet. — There is the bare minimum: some paints, pencils, crayons and brushes. The paper, by the way, sucks, but I will soon take up this business as soon as profit allows.

Sighing she set her thoughts on Cody aside and continued on with her work. She had always dreamed of owning her own coffee and book shop and after high school she took some business courses online then bought the old book shop on the main street. After putting some work into it she was able to convert the big old used book shop into a coffee and book shop, where she had shelves of used books available in and around the front and near the back she had taken out a store room to put in the kitchen and the counter for her coffee shop. A few old comfy chairs were placed around either in pairs or alone with small coffee tables where people could sit together and chat or sit alone and read a book w