Page 42 Bookstore Novels & Stories

I knew he wasn't looking for himself, as his eyes wandered through the unknown books. "That book attracts mad men", I spouted and he looked at me surprised. "I have never seen anybody say that", he said, flipping through the pages as he leaned against the bookstore wall in the very back. "Sure, sure", I mumbled and he followed me to my section, picking through the books I wanted. I had a handful now, and as I put them down to sort through them I couldn't concentrate as Dallas flipped through the pages still, leaning against that stupid wall, his eyes would flicker to me occasionally and I kept mine down just in case he looked this way.

Kissed her forehead. Still masked. “You’ll know who I am when you read the final letter.” He handed it to her. Then vanished into the night. She stared at the envelope. It read: Tomorrow. Noon. Check the book return. Then decide if you want me again. Ex Libris Obsession Camille found the next letter taped beneath the front register. The bookstore is older than you think. Look up. Behind the poetry. A staircase you’ve never noticed. The door will be unlocked. She traced her fingers behind the “P” section, heart thudding, until she found it

Her breath, even and unhurried. She passed a bookstore. The same one she’d power-walked past every morning for a year, late to a standup, coffee sloshing, brain already compiling the day’s failure modes. Today she stopped. She went inside. The air smelled like paper and dust and time. She bought a novel she’d seen months ago and never had time for. Six hundred and twelve pages. No table of contents. No appendix on scaling Kubernetes. The cover was a deep, useless blue. The synopsis mentioned a lighthouse. She didn’t even read the whole thing.

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"Can I get a look at the new arrivals?" "Of course," the lady nodded. "Right this way if you may ma'am." Najmah trailed behind her, gazing at various isles of books. They stopped by a counter which was marked 'New arrivals' boldly. She picked a few that caught her eyes then paid using her card. Promising to drrop by again when she had free time, she waved a goodbye at the lady then stepped out of the bookstore. Najmah picked a few books that caught her eyes then paid using her card. She said goodbye to the lady after promising to drop by when she had free time.

I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer. I opened the book and started flipping through the pages, looking for a good story or myth to read to him. I paused for a moment at the title page that read ‘The All Mother and the Sacred Four’, tilting the book towards Calix. He smiled and scooted closer, nodding again as I turned the final page and cleared my throat.

"Let us go meet her." Chicago was a five hour drive. Liam drove. Anna sat in the back. I navigated. The rain followed us the whole way. Grey skies. Grey roads. Grey everything. The bookstore was called "Pages." It sat on a corner between a coffee shop and a flower store. The windows were full of bestsellers. A sign on the door said "Open." We walked in. Bells jingled. The smell of paper and old wood wrapped around me. Shelves stretched to the ceiling. A cat slept on a pile of romance novels.

asked Nancy, in a very fake sad voice. At half-past seven, Mrs Smith and Emma went for the grand opening of their neighbour's bookstore. Emma wore a causal t-shirt on her jeans along with her thick jacket and shoes. It was huge compared to the other bookstores in Roseville. This bookstore was a rectangular building with huge glass windows on either side of the wooden door. Their neighbour, Mr Walter, a tall but very lean man, welcomed them inside and guided them. The ground floor was devoted to the children's section and fiction. A small wooden table and a chair were also kept close to the door. Mr Walter told them that it was reserved for a special guest. The first floor was devoted to non

Gwen quickly answered, "There's one more: 'The Essence of Management.'" Since he was familiar with the layout, Adrian led them to the C section and pulled out a book with a red cover. He handed it to Caroline. Caroline and Gwen both looked over. Indeed, it was "The Essence of Management." Gwen was stunned. "You didn't even look. How did you know where the book was?" Adrian smiled. "This is my bookstore. Of course, I know where the books are. As for Caroline …" He glanced at "The Essence of Management" in the shopping cart. "Few people know about this book. How do you know about it?"

“A donation from the used bookstore in Binghamton that closed. Paperbacks Plus? A whole collection of Leisure Horror paperbacks. Keene, Kenyon, Braunbeck, Ketchum, Sangiovanni . . . big catch, all brand new copies. How’d you work that?” I shrug, sorting out the tax forms for Bassler Library and Paperbacks Plus. “I’ve known the manager for a while. Used to go there a lot when I attended Binghamton University. She was one of the first people I called for advice when I decided to reopen this place, so when she learned her store owner was dropping the ax, she called and promised to send me her best stuff. So, great donation, sucky circumstances.” Cassie snorts. “No doubt.”