Confessions of a Bookseller: THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER

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Thank you to Goodreads Giveaway and Lake Union Publishing for providing me with a copy of this novel. Next comes her dynamic with Richard, a fellow librarian and her ex boyfriend. She has been very mean to her and has been practically tagging him along with a lie about his father's death. I ended up skipping through and although Fawn's character did show development and we learn more about her upbringing and why she is the way she is however it comes much too late at the end. To be fair I probably missed elements of the story and character growth due to the writing style.

Confessions of a Bookseller: THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER

Bythell writes with biting humor . . . he is a man on a mission, and a year seen through his eyes convinces the reader that is a mission worthy of undertaking.” Overall, Fawn is a unique character that will stay with me for a while, but then I'm rather fond of eccentric older female characters. Four stars and not five because I found the ending a little too convenient and a little too happily-ever-after. Not that I begrudge Fawn a little lightness and optimism for the future, it just didn't fully ring true to me. As noted above - similar content to the previous book, but as a diary - a few year of happenings! Just don't go in expecting there to be many new revelations!This copy is for your personal, non-commercial use only. Distribution and use of this material are governed by Inundated with requests from customers that range from the regular requests for a particular copy of a book, people wanting to take selfies with the kindle to the slightly strange and often the outright bizarre requests from customers who really are not engaging their brains before opening their mouths. He also has to battle with those that think nothing of selecting a number of books off the shelf, coming up to the counter and then offering a paltry sum for the books that they want. No one would think of doing that in any other shop, so why should he be different. The eccentric customers, strange incidents, and Bythell’s sharp wit prove that running a bookstore is anything but boring.”

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For me, in the end, there was just something missing. That said, this might simply be my being the wrong reader for this novel. It is endlessly entertaining and genuinely laugh out loud in places. Customers, those oh so wanted people, come in many shapes and sizes and we learn of their foibles, manners and interests. There are descriptions of regular customers, as well as many who drive the author to despair. He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions. The visits to people across the county to buy books is interesting in what people offer, think is of value, and why they are selling collections, as is the insight into what actually sells well, what doesn't and what did but does no longer; allied to this is the constant reduction of process and as such margin. The good news, for those who liked his first book, myself included, is this one offers another whole year of his trials and tribulations. Others have identified the year as 2015, but my edition either doesn't impart that information, or (more likely) I missed it!Bythell is the same sardonic self as he was in his last book, and I guess some people are put off by him, but I think if he was a Mr. Rogers (from Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood) the book would be borrrrring. Some of his observations, and some of the stuff that comes out his customer’s mouths, are quite interesting and /or funny. He typically gives us the weather for each day and I like that because I like rainy days to curl up with a book and there certainly were enough of those days where his bookshop was located. He made many a run to different homes to assess books the person at the home wanted to sell, and that was interesting enough. A heart-warming love letter to books and bookshops, by an amenable fellow turned antisocial old misanthrope . . . brilliant . . .” On the way to the post office, I spotted Eric, the Wigtown Buddhist, in his orange robes—a welcome splash of colour on an otherwise grey day. I’m not sure when he moved here, but Wigtown has absorbed him with the amiable indifference it shows to everyone, no matter how incongruous they may appear in a small rural Scottish town. Oh this is such a mess of whining, rantings and ravings and hallucinations and paranoia that the new book store down the street is out to put her out of business.