New Year, new you. It’s the time of resolutions (which you won’t keep), spring cleaning and detox. This will be the year you climb a mountain, learn a language or meet the love of your life (an improvement on what I heard about your last year – but as they say ‘that was in another country, and besides the wench is dead‘). It is also the time of the sales. Even more so this year, I hear. If we believe the press, people are spending more often but cannier, looking for bargains, sniffing out sales, googling our little hearts out in search of the perfect purchase.
Trust me – it isn’t another pair of black trousers. I know they will go with everything and black is flattering – but so is candlelight and unless you had a particularly foodtastic Christmas this year and are trying to hide those hippo hips I don’t see you pulling out the fuses and trimming the wicks of an evening. And indeed if you did over indulge why not splash out on a slanket. They are warm and cosy, keep your hands free for turning the page and you could hide in one until spring when the results of the cabbage soup diet will have taken effect and you can emerge like a butterfly from the chrysalis.
In the bookshop we are in sale of course. Retailers are like sheep, we follow the herd. I least I hope it is sheep, the way independent bookshops are going it could well be lemmings and I don’t have a head for heights. So yes we launched our online sale on Boxing Day and even now we are huddled in the basement packing up parcels to send to the canny shopper. We spend months ahead of the sale scouring suppliers, groveling to reps and pouncing on offers to ensure we have enough sale stock, an array of tantalizing titles at jaw-dropping prices. All so we can persuade you to spend your play money on books. See how much we care. Continue reading »