After ending a semester’s work at the uni pub, I wandered into the city to pass time before I met a friend for dinner. I visited a few bookstores – found a copy of The Colossus of Maroussi at my bookstore’s competition. Regrettably, I passed it up in the hope it will come my way on the trip. If not, I’ll buy it in Greece. Book-buying is constrained at the moment owing to the impending trip. Nevertheless, a book found me.
My bookish friend manages a bag store in the city so I popped in to bring her a coffee fix and say hi. Funky and alternative, her store is a cool place to hang out. Beanbags and bright displays coupled with her delightful conversation make it a must. In the corner she has a suitcase filled with bookcrossing books. She’d brought them in from home – free to willing readers. So, I picked up a copy of Thompson’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I read a few pages and it looks to be an accelerated read. Of course I’ll have to register my bookcrossing find and sign up while I’m at it.
