Borders
I’m sad to see Borders go. I remember the first one I went into, in York. A gleaming palace of books, bright and warm and friendly. I’ve spent a lot of time in our local one over the past year, writing in Starbucks, and I’m terribly sad for friends who work there.
I popped in this morning and it’s bloody. I went to the info desk to thank the staff, because it’s been a great branch and I’ve enjoyed shopping there. It was the only place in town that stocked Anarchist Studies, and it had the best selection of SF and fantasy after Heffers paperbacks closed.
I hate to see any bookshop close down. It is a sad and solemn day.
But can anything truly live up to the wondrous splendour of Wardleworths?
Happy Christmas, Una. And have a boss new year. xx
God Bless Wardleworths – it was a bloody lifeline. Amazing to think it has outlasted Borders UK.
xx