“A minnow! A minnow! I’ve got him by the nose!”

March 3, 2014 @ 7:47 pm | Filed under:


Our favorite line from The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher. And Sir Isaac Newton (the newt) cracks Rilla up every time.

And in the you-had-me-at-hello department, how’s this for an opening?

When I walk into a bookstore, any bookstore, first thing in the morning, I’m flooded with a sense of hushed excitement. I shouldn’t feel this way. I’ve spent most of my adult life working in bookstores, either as a bookseller or a publisher’s sales rep, and even though I no longer work in the business, as an incurable reader I find myself in a bookstore at least five times a week. Shouldn’t I be blasé about it all by now? In the quiet of such a morning, however, the store’s displays stacked squarely and its shelves tidy and promising, I know that this is no mere shop. When a bookstore opens its doors, the rest of the world enters, too, the day’s weather and the day’s news, the streams of customers, and of course the boxes of books and the many other worlds they contain—books of facts and truths, books newly written and those first read centuries before, books of great relevance and of absolute banality. Standing in the middle of this confluence, I can’t help but feel the possibility of the universe unfolding a little, once upon a time.

—from The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop by Lewis Buzbee, one of your memoir suggestions from the other week, and also mentioned by jep in the comments here.

And a bit of Howards End this morning. I didn’t read much this weekend. How about you?

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  1. jep says:

    It is so nice to find you in my in-box today. This weekend I skimmed back through The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop where I found on p.19 “Books, I knew then, and now, give body to our ideas and imaginations, make them flesh in the world; a bookstore is the city where our fleshed-out inner selves reside.” I feel some shame in ordering books over the internet, but do try to go into a real bookstore any time I can and agree with Mr. Buzbee that they are wonder-filled places. I also read another old book from the shelves here at home: A House in Sicily by Daphne Phelps…I am a voracious arm chair traveler. And, the new book from the library that I am reading is: Dedicated to God An Oral History Of Cloistered Nuns by Abbie Reese, because I find the life fascinating. A happy weekend of reading, all in all.