Northfield Bookstore Novels & Stories

We arrive to a very pretty coffee shop named Beehive, with an even bigger bookstore next to it. "Wait! This is Dean's bookstore," I gasp when my two functioning brain cells finally connect. Madison nods and takes a seat at one of the little tables outside, "Wait, wait, let me take a look." I walk to the bookstore and look in wonder, it's even bigger and fancier than he described. I don't walk into the bookstore, I just look from the outside like a creep. I can see big posters of a Tundra Magazine, one of them is a huge poster of my mom looking like a goodess, with her blonde hair blowing and her white gown looking like it was painted onto her body.

"Alright. I’ll tell you everything. But not here. Give me until tomorrow night. I need to show you." Show me? I didn’t sleep much that night. --- The next evening, Nathan took me on a drive. We ended up outside a quaint little bookstore tucked between an abandoned cafe and a laundromat. A sign above the door read Warren's Books & Vinyl. Inside, the scent of old paper and pinewood welcomed us. The woman behind the counter looked up, then gasped. "Nathan Hart. As I live and breathe." Nathan smiled softly. "Hey, Julia."

Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together. A few moments later, I’d found the books I wanted to buy. I placed them in my arms, then walked over to Kevin, who was sitting on the reading sofa. This bookstore has a tiny reading room with only two reading sofas separated by a small round table. A reading lamp stands beside each sofa. On the table sits a small flowerpot serving as decoration. The reading room floor is carpeted, and next to my sofa are two vending machines.

He considered that for a second, then said, “I’ll take you after school. There’s a bookstore downtown that should have it.” Hare and Fox Books took up the bottom floor of an old building on the corner, the air smelling like paper and coffee the moment we walked in the door. Damon peeled off toward the reference section. Grateful for the peace and quiet, I wandered toward the science and medical section on my own. I was flipping through a useless-for-my-needs but very pretty book with illustrations on various rare genetic disorders when Ronan Thorne’s voice said my name. “Mira Hale.” I turned. Ronan was leaning against the end of a shelf with a paperback already tucked under one arm, grinning

The book launch for Emma's third novel took place on a crisp October evening at Elliott Bay Book Company, Seattle's most beloved independent bookstore. Emma stood behind the podium looking out at a packed audience of romance readers, fellow authors, publishing professionals, and friends who had supported her journey from struggling writer to bestselling author.

Nina was already at the bookstore when Liora arrived for her afternoon shift, sitting cross-legged on the counter eating a granola bar and wearing the expression of a woman who had been waiting to have a conversation for approximately fourteen hours. "Don't," Liora said. "I haven't said anything." "You have a face." "I always have a face." Nina hopped off the counter. "New development. The gossip page updated." Liora's hands stilled on her jacket zipper. "They still don't have a name," Nina said quickly. "But they have a description now. Someone talked. *Young woman, early twenties, works evenings, picked up nightly from an independent bookstore on the east side.*" She paused. "There are exa

As for me, I still need to work on my own to buy something, I don't want to be a burden to my Mom. Nica dragged me to the National Book Store, a home of various school supplies. As we enter, the air-condition is much colder here. Nica told me to look for what I’m going to buy, and she’s gonna do the same thing too. I agreed and we parted ways as she’s gone to the pen isle. While I’m going for notebook’s isle. We agreed to meet at the counter.

she says, thinking that there are no books in that place. The lady takes out her phone and checks something on it. "Go out, turn left, and two blocks down is Ginebra Co. bookstore. You'll find what you're looking for there," she assures enthusiastically. "They have a lot of children's and young adult literature." "Thank you so much!" Arya says, slowly regaining her faith.

She had most of her burger boxed up for later. Nathan smiled at her. “I’d love one.” Together they walked out into the night. Snow fell softly, decorating the trees and lampposts with a coat of white. It was still early despite the December dark, so all the stores were still open. Holly showed him the store that sold crystals to fix your chakras, the antique market, and the high end pet food store. “And here’s my dad’s bookstore,” she said at the end of the tour. They stood outside the old brick building with snow still falling gently around them.

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.