Jane Addams Book Shop Novels & Stories

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

She got up and left. Frances yawned. "Good night mom." She turned off the lamp and shut her eyes. Frances worked as a salesclerk at the Soft View Bookstore, along Huxely Street, Boston. The bookstore was well known, not because it was a large establishment, but due to the style of book display ordered by Mr. Yamato -- nearly half of the books were displayed outside in a heavy show glass. This could be the most reason why each morning of a working day wore Frances out. She just hated everything about the book store.

They had always been able to maintain the innocence of their bond, but it was couples like Asha and Young that added a little kindling and a lot of reminders as to why those moments were so important. As Young stacked the mountain of books on the counter, the older woman rang them up while the man gently bagged them in their custom tote bags. Young was surprised to find that the actual name of the shop was ‘Book Haven.’ It came extremely close to Asha’s description of ‘book nook.’ “Find everything alright?” she asked. Young paused his unloading to watch Asha’s face light up like the sky on 4th of July. “Yes! It was so hard for me to pick just a few,” she excitedly relayed.

I never had the opportunity to meet the Arab who helped us, but I would be forever grateful that he helped us through such difficult times. “Hanna, can you stay in attendance while I go to the bank?” asked Mary waking me from my thoughts. "Sure!" I replied, placing the last copy I took out of the box on the children's bookshelf. I headed over to the counter as Mary exited the store. The bookstore was small and very well decorated. We were already close to Christmas and Mary was already starting to think about Christmas decorations. It was a magical time and it was all about books. It was when our revenue increased and that's why Mary asked for a loan from the bank, to increase our stock. She

Between the hallucinations and attention of her fellow inmates, Janice had taken to spending her free time in the library, under the kind and watchful eye of Norma Schelle. She wasn't sure why the skinny, bookish woman made her feel safer, but she couldn't deny that she did. Janice set down her book, Eleanor Cameron's The Wonderful Flight to the Mushroom Kingdom, and walked over to the front desk. Here goes nothing. She thought to herself. “Hey, if you're not busy, could you um… help me with something?”

“This visit was unexpected, I know. I should respect you more and give you space to think of things, but this is who I am, Eve. For you, I’m impatient and selfish. Next time, let’s meet whenever and wherever you want. I’ll meet you there.” He put on his denim, unbuttoned. Exposing the upper part of his rippled chest. He fixed them on as he went out. *** Getting home, Jane wore a pink jumpsuit, resting her back on two giant pillows with her legs on the bed. She was reading ‘EVE’ by Rose George, which was her favourite book on W*****d. Alice had a navy blue culotte dress with her black hair held up in a loose bun. A worried look spread across her freckled face as she stared at Jane.

“No one is sending any one to hell. We are meeting in fifteen. Reach as soon as possible.” I hung up the call. I wished that I knew what this was about but as far as I was about demons they were never going to let you know something until you really were needed to know about it. Finally we reached the bookstore. It was named beautifully. Books and Blues. Well for people who did not know the irony would not understand it but it was a good business and Hannabelle was an astute businesswoman. And I did not know but I was sure that something was up with the coffee of this house which would only mean that she had magicked the place in such a subtle manner that people flocked here for the coffee a

I thought to myself "I might just have the plan to get to their graces." Emma and I planned on how we can keep the company afloat. By the time 6pm rolled, we headed our ways. I didn't want to come home yet. Addie wasn't there since she stays at the University dorm and the thought of eating dinner alone didn't seat well with me. So, I went to the local library. Greeting Ms. Beth, the librarian, I grabbed my favorite book Remembrance by Jude Deveraux and chose the table at farthest corner.

The four of them — Amaka pushing the pram, Adaeze beside her, Emeka a comfortable distance on the other side, the sleeping Aisha between them all — walked the paths of the January park in the thin winter light and talked about things that were simpler than the things they were also carrying. Amaka talked about returning to work — she was a pharmacist, Adaeze had learnt through the months of proper channel communication, a detail she had not known and that had arrived as its own small humanising piece of information, the woman in the coffee shop who had been a partial outline becoming more specific in increments. Adaeze talked about the business. About the book, briefly, in the way you talked

I just walk and let the city decide where I end up and for the first twenty minutes I do not go into anything, I just move, and it feels so good I almost stop in the middle of the pavement to appreciate it. I find a bookshop on a street I have never been down. Small, crammed, the kind where books are stacked on top of other books because there is not enough shelf space for all of them. I go in and I spend a long time in there, longer than I planned, picking things up and reading the first page and putting them back down and picking up other things. Nobody talks to me. Nobody needs anything from me. I am just a woman in a bookshop on a Thursday and it is the most peaceful I have felt in a mon