I’ve acquired a plethora of books in the last few months, more than I can be bothered to list. Considering that I have little to no room for them I’m not quite sure how smart buying them all was, but hey-ho, I’m happy.
I can’t visit another country without finding a bookshop and decided well in advance that I had to visit The Last Bookstore while I was in LA. It’s an amazing used and new bookshop in downtown LA. I seriously considered trying to live there without them noticing.
It’s a mishmash of modern decor, tall bookshelves, quirky art, and records. I didn’t know where to focus my attention, the art books or the older classics (which you can see above).
They have a book tunnel, need I say more?
I could have spent all my money in there, but managed to limit myself to six books costing me only $23 – I do so love a used book!
From left to right:
- A Boy Named Phyllis – Frank DeCaro (Memoir)
- The Thirty-Nine Steps – John Buchan (Fiction)
- The God of Small Things – Arundhati Roy (Fiction)
- The Moons of Jupiter – Alice Monro (Short Stories)
- The Secret Life of Bees – Sue Monk Kidd (Fiction)
- Coriolanus – Shakespeare (Play)
I’ve already finished DeCaro’s memoir and The God of Small Things – what shall I read next?