The Book Guy Novels & Stories

Then left before the conversation could continue. Back inside his office, the wrapped book still sat on his desk. Waiting. Walter picked it up. His thumb brushed the edge of the paper. The same way it had brushed the novel cover in her bookstore. Outside, Manhattan stretched endlessly beneath the afternoon sun. Millions of people. Millions of stories. Yet somehow one bookstore assistant had managed to do what investors, executives, and rivals never could. She had made him look inward. Walter stared at the skyline. Then at the book.

he said. --- The bookshop on Clement was everything a bookshop should be and no chain store ever was — narrow, slightly overstocked, with a cat that lived somewhere in the biography section and appeared periodically to assess customers. The owner was a man in his sixties who recognized Lena from two previous visits despite her having never introduced herself, which was the sign of a good bookshop owner.

This was only another proof that this person really knew me and Smith's jewelries too. I walked into the bookstore, it was scanty. There were only fewer highschool students seated in it, and the store keeper too. " How may I help you dear?" The old lady who was the store keeper asked me with a smile on her face. "Uhm…I'm waiting for someone?" I wondered if it would be rude to wait in the store without getting a book. "...but I would go through the shelves and pick any book that pricked my interest." I quickly added, just in case it was rude to be here without purchasing anything.

I preferred my books to people, and my imaginations to reality. One evening, as I was casually returning back a stack of books to the shelves, my eyes scanning the names for their proper places, I noticed a man sitting in the far corner of the library. He was deeply focused on a large, ancient-looking book, his brow furrowed in concentration. I paused, looking at him curiously, and I found myself stealing glances at him, intrigued by his presence and level of concentration in my peaceful domain.

sigh. I walk up the steps and into the book shop, the bell at the door jingles as I open the door and walk in and the elderly man smiles kindly at me as I walk in. [ Hello there sweety I'm Benjamin, how can I help you this evening? ] { Hello Benjamin, I'm looking for books about Mythology }

"It is a pleasure to provide interesting books for customers." The man looks very sincere about his books that he has managed since he was young to old now he always deals with books. He also always treats readers gently and kindly, all the books in this place are not dusty, and he keeps the books in the best condition. He had never made a bookstore into a damp place. After shopping for books, Lucius brought all the books. They got into the car and Riley immediately wondered where to go next.

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It seemed like that the man was a bookworm. Upon it, the book shop owner readily replied, “Yes, I have. You mean you want “Soul of the People” by Fielding Hall? The man said it was. The book shop owner went back to the attic where he kept most of his books. When he came back, he emerged with holding the book in hand and he handed it to the man who asked for the book. The man asked him the price of it. And the book shop owner said it would be eight thousand kyats.

I stammered, but I schooled my expression in neutrality fairly quickly. “I don’t know, you tell me,” the guy answered, placing the book on its shelf carefully before facing me again, crossing his arms on his broad chest and raking his eyes on my body. He didn’t even try to be subtle about it. He was cocky, and it was clear he liked what he was seeing. “D*mn. Where have you been all my life?” Two could play this game.

He says, gesturing to the floor to ceiling shelves of books. Wow, I didn’t expect this much literature! “Wait, you have work to do?” I ask, suddenly taking in what he just said. He nods. “I have my own accounting firm in SoHo, and I am the Volkov Family Bookkeeper” He explains further, then turns to walk away.