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½ How to Find Love in a Bookshop: A Novel (English Edition) Ù Download by ↠´ Veronica Henry Julius, le p re bien aim qui l avait lev e seul, vient juste de mourir, et Emily se sent le devoir de reprendre la librairie qu il avait cr e H las, si Nightingale books est devenu un lieu incontournable dans leur joli village des Cotswolds, elle perd beaucoup d argent, et un promoteur local insiste pour en faire l acquisition Ecras e par l ampleur de la t che, Emily s interroge sur son avenir tandis que d filent devant elle des clients pour qui Julius tait, bien plus qu un simple commer ant, un passeur et un ami tr s cherEn ce moment, j ai besoin de livres doudous qui font chaud au coeur, et malgr son titre un peu cucul, How to Find Love in a bookshop tait exactement ce qu il me fallait Si quelques romances naissent effectivement dans ses pages, l histoire est bien davantage centr e autour du deuil d Emily, des pro Welcome to Nightingale books, the bookshop gateway to somewhere else Widower and single dad Julius Nightingale opens Nightingale books, a bookshop in the quaint English town of Peasebrook in February 1983 The bookshop became a mecca for the townspeople of Peasebrook, it provided a place of comfort, escape, entertainment, education, and community spirit Under Julius guidance, the bookshop even changed minds and lives there s a book for everyone, even if they don t think there is A book that reaches in and grabs your soul Thirty two years later in the Fall of 2015, Julius passes away after a brief illness, and daughter Emilia comes home and is determined to honor her father s deathbed wish to take over the bookshop, and make sure that it never closes its door Like her father always told her, books are precious than jewels A diamond can scintillate for a secon Such a perfect read Veronica Henry s novel HOW TO FIND LOVE IN A booksHOP combines a gentleman s love of books, his charming bookshop, a dedicated father, and thoughts of abounding romance Oh, it is dreamy Yet there is grief, mostly seen through the eyes of the bookseller, Julius , daughter Emilia I was taken with this book from page one.
Set in a small town outside of London, where pubs are plentiful and manors too, where everyone seems to know each other, where life is not too fast paced, where corruption and greed seem not to have taken over entirely, at least not by everyone, yet, and where the power of a good book has never been evident for evoking strong feelings and even solving life s problems.
Everyone should be so fortunate to have a Julius in their sphere and a place as lovel How To FInd Love in a bookshop was a recommendation from my dear friend, M.
J.
Rose, and I knew after she gave me the synopsis and her thoughts on the book this was something I just had to read Well, she was not wrong I enjoyed every page of this sweet, emotional, and charming tale This book is different from many I read in the sense that it follows a few different people as opposed to one main character or couple and I loved that change of pace Nightingale books, and it s owner, have been fixtures in this charming town for what seems like forever It s when the beloved owner passes away that we step into this town and follow the journey of the owner s daughter, his friends and customers, and the love he s left behind Each character gives a beautiful layer to this emotional and heartfelt story and each character is delig Love to read stories set in small English villages This one was no exception The heroine Emilia, wants nothing than to make the Nightingale Book Shoppe fiscally sound to honor her father s memory The reader has to be patient in the beginning to get through the father s back story and then learn about the various village characters who will eventually each come to the store s rescue But if the reader makes it that far, the rest of the story is a delightful telling of love and support.
Like most books in this genre, the ending is too happy Everything works out for everyone just as a benevolent fairy godmother gazing over the town would have wished That being said, the story was worthwhile The various characters were well drawn, and all were interesting in their own ways The knitting together of all their subplots and how they relate to the main character was well done And being a book bookstore lover, it was interesting to read the problematic details of keeping Nightingale s afloat after the death of Emilia s father, Julius The impact of books and Julius on the novel s characters was also insightful Not a typical selection for me, but I enjoyed it for what it was.
This Excerpt Is From An Advance Uncorrected Copy Proof Copyright Veronica HenryPrologue February He Would Never Have Believed It If Youd Told Him A Year Ago That Hed Be Standing In An Empty Shop With A Baby In A Pram, Seriously Considering Putting In An Offer The Pram Had Been A Stroke Of Luck Hed Seen An Advert For A Garden Sale In A Posh Part Of North Oxford, And The Bargain Hunter In Him Couldnt Stay Away The Couple Had Two Very Young Children But Were Moving To Paris The Pram Was Pristine, Of The Kind The Queen Might Have Pushedor, Rather, Her Nanny The Woman Had Wanted Only Five Pounds For It Julius Was Sure It Was Worth Far , And That She Was Only Being Kind But If Recent Events Had Taught Him One Thing, It Was To Accept Kindness With Alacrity, Before People Changed Their Minds So He Bought It And Scrubbed It Out Carefully Even Though It Had Seemed Very Clean Already, And Bought A Fresh Mattress And Blankets, And There He Had It The Perfect Nest For His Precious Cargo, Until She Could Walk When Did Babies Start To Walk There Was No Point In Asking Debrahis Vague, Away With The Fairies Mother, Ensconced In Her Patchouli Soaked Basement Flat In Westbourne Grove, Whose Memory Of His Own Childhood Was Blurry According To Debra, Julius Was Reading By The Age Of Two, A Legend He Didnt Quite Believe Although Maybe It Was True, Because He Couldnt Remember A Time He Couldnt read It Was Like Breathing To Him Nevertheless, He Couldnt And Didnt Rely On His Mother For Child Rearing Advice He Often Thought It Was A Miracle He Had Made It Through Childhood Unscathed She Used To Leave Him Alone, In His Cot, While She Went To The Wine Bar On The Corner In The Evenings What Could Go Wrong She Asked Him I Only Left You For An Hour Perhaps That Explained His Protectiveness Toward His Own Daughter He Found It Hard To Turn His Back On Her For Even A Moment He Looked Around The Bare Walls Again The Smell Of Damp Was Inescapable, And Damp Would Be A Disaster The Staircase Rising To The Mezzanine Was Rotten, So Rotten He Wasnt Allowed Up It The Two Bay Windows On Either Side Of The Front Door Flooded The Shop With A Pearlescent Light, Highlighting The Golden Oak Of The Floorboards And The Ornate Plasterwork On The Ceiling The Dust Made It Feel Otherworldly A Ghost Shop, Waiting, Waiting For Something To Happen, A Transformation, A Renovation, A Renaissance It Was A Pharmacy, originally, Said The Agent And Then An Antiques Shop Well, I Say Antiqueyouve Never Seen So Much Rubbish In Your Life He Should Get Some Professional Advice, Really A Structural Survey, A Quote From Someone For Any Work Needed Yet Julius Felt Light Headed And His Heart Was Pounding It Was Right He Knew It Was The Two Floors Above Were Ideal For Him And The Baby To Live In Over The Shop The bookshop His Search Had Begun Three Weeks Earlier, When He Had Decided That He Needed To Take Positive Action If He And His Daughter Were Going To Have Any Semblance Of A Normal Life Together He Had Looked At His Experience, His Potential, His Assets, And The Practicalities Of Being A Single Father, And Decided There Was Really Only One Option Open To Him Hed Gone To The Library, Put A Copy Of The Yellow Pages On The Table, And Next To It A Detailed Map Of The County He Drew A Circle Around Oxford With A Fifteen Mile Radius, Wondering What It Would Be Like To Live In Christmas Common, Or Ducklington, Or Goosey They Sounded Straight Out Of Beatrix Potter Then He Worked Through All The bookshops Listed And Put A Cross Through The Towns They Were In He Looked At The Remaining Towns, The Ones Without A bookshop At All There Were Half A Dozen He Made A List, And Then Over The Next Few Days Visited Each One, Traveling By A Complicated Timetable Of Buses The First Three Had Been Soulless And Dreary, And He Was So Discouraged Hed Almost Given Up On His Idea, But Something About The Name Peasebrook Pleased Him, So He Decided To Try One Town Before Relinquishing His Fantasy Peasebrook Was In The Middle Of The Cotswolds, On The Outer Perimeter Of The Circle He Had Drawn, As Far Out As He Wanted To Go He Got Off The Bus And Looked Up The High Street It Was Wide And Tree Lined, Its Pavements Flanked With Higgledy Piggledy Golden Buildings There Were Antiques Shops, A Traditional Butcher With Rabbit And Pheasant Hanging Outside And Fat Sausages In The Window, A Sprawling Inn And A Couple Of Nice Cafs And A Cheese Shop The Womens Institute Was Having A Sale Outside The Town Hall There Were Trestle Tables Bearing Big Cakes Oozing Jam, And Baskets Of Mud Covered Vegetables And Pots Of Herbaceous Flowers Drooping Dark Purple And Yellow Blooms Peasebrook Was Buzzing, In A Quiet Way But With Purpose, Like Bees On A Summer Afternoon People Stopped In The Street And Talked To Each Other The Cafs Looked Pleasingly Full The Tills Seemed To Jangle People Were Shopping With Gusto And Enthusiasm There Was A Very Smart Restaurant With A Bay Tree Outside The Door And An Impressive Menu In A Glass Case Boasting Nouvelle Cuisine There Was Even A Tiny Theater Showing The Importance Of Being EarnestSomehow That Boded Well Julius Loved Oscar Wilde Hed Done One Of His Dissertations On Him The Influence Of Oscar Wilde On W B Yeats He Took The Play As A Good Omen, But He Carried On Scouring The Streets, In Case His Research Hadnt Been Thorough He Feared Turning A Corner And Finding What He Hoped Wasnt There Now That He Was Here, In Peasebrook, He Wanted It To Be His Hometheir Home It Was A Mystery, Though, Why There Was No bookshop In Such An Appealing Place After All, A Town Without A bookshop Was A Town Without A Heart Julius Imagined Each Person He Passed As A Potential Customer He Could Picture Them All, Crowding In, Asking His Advice, Him Sliding Their Purchases Into A Bag, Getting To Know Their Likes And Dislikes, Putting A Book Aside For A Particular Customer, Knowing It Would Be Just Up Their Alley Watching Them Browse, Watching The Joy Of Them Discovering A New Author, A New World Would The Vendor Take A Cheeky Offer He Asked The Estate Agent, Who Shrugged You Can Ask It Needs A Lot Of Work That Hasbeen Taken Into Consideration Julius Named His Price Its My Best And Only Offer I Cant Afford Any When Julius Signed The Contract Four Weeks Later, He Couldnt Help But Be Amazed Here He Was, Alone In The World Well, There Was His Mother, But She Was As Much Use As A Chocolate Teapot But For A Baby And A bookshop And As That Very Baby Reached Out Her Starfish Hand, He Gave Her His Finger To Hold And Thought What An Extraordinary Position To Be In Fate Was Peculiar Indeed What If He Hadnt Looked Up At That Very Moment, Nearly Two Years Ago Now What If He Had Kept His Back To The Door And Carried On Rearranging The Travel Section, Leaving His Colleague To Serve The Girl With The Rossetti Hair And Six Months Later, After Weeks Of Dust And Grime And Sawing And Sweeping And Painting, And Several Eye Watering Bills, And A Few Moments Of Sheer Panic, And Any Number Of Deliveries, The Sign Outside The Shop Was Rehung, Painted In Navy And Gold, Proclaiming Nightingale booksThere Had Been No Room To Write Purveyors Of Reading Matter To The Discerning , But That Was What He Was A bookseller A bookseller Of The Very Best Kind Thirty Two Years LaterWhat Do You Do, While Youre Waiting For Someone To Die Literally, Sitting Next To Them In A Plastic Armchair That Isnt The Right Shape For Anyones Bottom, Waiting For Them To Draw Their Last Breath Because There Is No HopeNothing Seemed Appropriate There Was A Room Down The Corridor For Watching TV, But That Seemed Callous, And Anyway, Emilia Wasnt Really A TV PersonShe Didnt Knit, Or Do Needlepoint Or SudokuShe Didnt Want To Listen To Music, For Fear Of Disturbing Him Even The Best Earphones Leak A Certain Timpani Irritating On A Train, Probably Even So On Your Deathbed She Didnt Want To Surf The Internet On Her Phone That Seemed The Ultimate In Twenty First Century RudenessAnd There Wasnt A Single Book On The Planet That Could Hold Her Attention Right NowSo She Sat Next To His Bed And Dozed And Every Now And Then She Started Awake With A Bolt Of Fear, In Case She Might Have Missed The Moment Then She Would Hold His Hand For A Few Minutes It Was Dry And Cool And Lay Motionless In Her Clasp Eventually It Grew Heavy And Made Her Sad, So She Laid It Back On The Top Of The SheetThen She Would Doze Off AgainFrom Time To Time The Nurses Brought Her Hot Chocolate, Although That Was A Misnomer It Was Not Hot, But Tepid, And Emilia Was Fairly Certain That No Cocoa Beans Had Been Harmed In The Making Of It It Was Pale Beige, Faintly Sweet WaterThe Nighttime Lights In The Cottage Hospital Were Dim, With A Sickly Yellowish Tinge The Heating Was On Too High And The Little Room Felt Airless She Looked At The Thin Bedcover, With Its Pattern Of Orange And Yellow Flowers, And The Outline Of Her Father Underneath, So Still And Small She Could See The Few Strands Of Hair Curling Over His Scalp, Leached Of Color His Thick Hair Had Been One Of His Distinguishing Features He Would Rake His Fingers Through It While He Was Considering A Recommendation, Or When He Was Standing In Front Of One Of The Display Tables Trying To Decide What To Put On It, Or When He Was On The Phone To A Customer It Was As Much A Part Of Him As The Pale Blue Cashmere Scarf He Insisted On Wearing, Wrapped Twice Round His Neck, Even Though It Bore Evidence Of Moths Emilia Had Dealt With Them Swiftly At The First Sign She Suspected They Had Been Brought In Via The Thick Brown Velvet Coat She Had Bought At The Charity Shop Last Wintershe Could Never Resist A Vintage Bargain And She Felt Guilty Theyd Set Upon The One Sartorial Item Her Father Seemed Attached ToHed Been Complaining Then, Of Discomfort Well, Not Complaining, Because He Wasnt One To Moan Emilia Had Expressed Concern, And He Had Dismissed Her Concern With His Trademark Stoicism, And She Had Thought Nothing Of It, Just Got On The Plane To Hong Kong Until The Phone Call, Last Week, Calling Her BackI Think You Ought To Come Home, The Nurse Had Said Your Father Will Be Furious With Me For Calling You He Doesnt Want To Alarm You But The But Said It All Emilia Was On The First Flight Out And When She Arrived Julius Pretended To Be Cross, But The Way He Held Her Hand, Tighter Than Tight, Told Her Everything She Needed To KnowHes In Denial, Said The Nurse Hes A Fighter, All Right Im So Sorry Were Doing Everything We Can To Keep Him Comfortable Emilia Nodded, Finally Understanding Comfortable Not AliveComfortableHe Didnt Seem To Be In Any Pain Or Discomfort Now He Had Eaten Some Lime Jell O The Day Before, Eager For The Quivering Spoons Of Green Emilia Imagined It Soothed His Parched Lips And Dry Tongue She Felt As If She Was Feeding A Little Bird As He Stretched His Neck To Reach The Spoon And Opened His Mouth Afterward He Lay Back, Exhausted By The Effort It Was All He Had Eaten For Days All He Was Living On Was A Complicated Cocktail Of Painkillers And Sedatives That Were Rotated To Provide The Best Palliative Care Emilia Had Come To Hate The Word Palliative It Was Ominous, And At Times, She Suspected, Ineffectual From Time To Time Her Father Had Shown Distress, Whether From Pain Or The Knowledge Of What Was To Come She Couldnt Be Sure But She Knew At Those Points The Medication Wasnt Doing Its Job Adjustment, Although Swiftly Administered, Never Worked Quickly Enough Which In Turn Caused Her DistressIt Was A Never Ending CycleYet Notnever Ending Because It Would End The Corner Had Been Turned And There Was No Point In Hoping For A Recovery Even The Most Optimistic Believer In Miracles Would Know That Now So There Was Nothing To Do But Pray For A Swift And Merciful ReleaseThe Nurse Lifted The Bedcover And Looked At His Feet, Caressing Them With Gentle Fingers The Look The Nurse Gave Emilia Told Her It Wouldnt Be Long NowHis Skin Was Pale Gray, The Pale Gray Of A Marble StatueThe Nurse Dropped The Sheet Back Down And Rubbed Emilias ShoulderThen She Left, For There Was Nothing She Could Say It Was A Waiting Game They Had Done All They Could No Pain, As Far As Anyone Could Surmise A Calm, Quiet Environment, For Incipient Death Was Treated With Hushed Reverence But Who Was To Say What The Dying Really Wanted Maybe He Would Prefer His Beloved Elgar At Full Blast, Or The Shipping Forecast On Repeat Or To Hear The Nurses Gossiping And Bantering, About Whom Theyd Been Out With The Night Before And What They Were Cooking For Tea Maybe A Distraction From Your Imminent Demise By Utter Trivia Would Be A Welcome One Emilia Sat And Wondered How She Could Make Him Feel Her Love, As He Slipped Away If She Could Take Out Her Heart And Give It To Him, She Would This Wonderful Man Who Had Given Her Life, And Been Her Life, And Was Leaving Her AloneShed Whispered To Him, Memories And Reminiscences She Told Him Stories Recited His Favorite PoemsTalked To Him About The ShopIm Going To Look After It For You, She Told Him Ill Make Sure It Never Closes Its Doors Not In My Lifetime And Im Never Going To Sell Out To Ian Mendip, No Matter What He Offers, Because The Shop Is All That Matters All The Diamonds In The World Are Nothing In Comparison books Are Precious Than Jewels She Truly Believed This What Did A Diamond Bring You A Momentary Flash Of Brilliance A Diamond Scintillated For A Second A Book Could Scintillate ForeverShe Doubted Ian Mendip Had Ever read A Book In His Life It Made Her So Angry, Thinking About The Stress Hed Put Her Father Under At A Vulnerable TimeJulius Had Tried To Underplay It, But She Could See He Was Agitated, Fearful For The Shop And His Staff And His Customers The Staff Had Told Her How Unsettled He Had Been By It, And Yet Again She Had Cursed Herself For Being So Far Away Now She Was Determined To Reassure Him, So He Could Slip Away, Safe In The Knowledge That Nightingale books Was In Good HandsShe Shifted On The Seat To Find A Comfortable Position She Ended Up Leaning Forward And Resting Her Head In Her Arms At The Foot Of The Bed She Was Unbelievably TiredIt Was In The Morning When The Nurse Touched Her On The Shoulder Her Touch Said Everything That Needed To Be Said Emilia Wasnt Sure If She Had Been Asleep Or Awake Even Now She Wasnt Sure If She Was Asleep Or Awake, For She Felt As If Her Head Was Somewhere Else, As If Everything Was A Bit Treacly And SlowWhen All The Formalities Were Over And The Undertaker Had Been Called, She Walked Out Into The Dawn, The Air Morgue Chilly, The Light Gloomy It Was As If All The Color Had Gone From The World, Until She Saw The Traffic Lights By The Hospital Exit Change From Red To Amber To Green Sound, Too, Felt Muffled, As If She Still Had Water In Her Ears From SwimmingWould The World Be A Different Place Without Julius In It She Didnt Know Yet She Breathed In The Air He Was No Longer Breathing, And Thought About His Broad Shoulders, The Ones She Had Sat On When She Was Tiny, Drumming Her Heels On His Chest To Make Him Run Faster, Twisting Her Fingers In The Thick Hair That Fell To His Collar, The Hair That Had Been Salt And Pepper Since He Was Thirty She Picked Up The Plain Silver Watch With The Alligator Strap He Had Worn Every Day She Had Taken It Off Toward The End, As She Didnt Want Anything Chafing His Paper Thin Skin, Leaving It On The Table Next To His Bed In Case He Needed To Know The Time, Because It Told A Better Time Than The Clock Over The Nurses Station, A Time That Held Far Promise But The Magic Time On His Watch Hadnt Been Able To Stop The InevitableShe Got Into Her Car There Was A Packet Of Buttermints On The Passenger Seat She Had Meant To Bring Him She Unpeeled One And Popped It In Her Mouth It Was The First Thing She Had Eaten Since Breakfast The Day Before She Sucked On It Until It Scraped The Roof Of Her Mouth, And The Discomfort Took Her Mind Off It All For A MomentShed Eaten Half The Packet By The Time She Turned Into Peasebrook High Street, And Her Teeth Were Furry With The Sugar The Little Town Was Wrapped In The Pearl Gray Of Dawn It Looked Bleak Its Golden Stone Needed Sunshine For It To Glow In The Half Light It Looked Like A Dreary Wallflower, But In A Couple Of Hours It Would Emerge Like A Dazzling Debutante, Charming Everyone Who Set Eyes Upon It It Was Quintessentially Quaint And English, With Its Oak Doorways And Mullions And Latticed Windows, Cobbled Pavements And Red Letter Boxes And The Row Of Pollarded Lime Trees There Were No Flat Roofed Monstrosities, Nothing To Offend The Eye, Only CharmNext To The Stone Bridge Straddling The Brook Was Nightingale books, Three Stories High And Double Fronted, With Two Bay Windows And A Dark Blue Door Emilia Stood Outside, The Early Morning Breeze The Only Sign Of Movement In The Sleeping Town, And Looked Up At The Building That Was The Only Home She Had Ever Known Wherever She Was In The World, Whatever She Was Doing, Her Room Above The Shop Was Still Here Most Of Her Stuff Was Still Here Thirty Two Years Of ClutterShe Slipped In Through The Side Entrance And Stood For A Moment On The Tiled Floor In Front Of Her Was The Door Leading Up To The Flat She Remembered Her Father Holding Her Hand When She Was Tiny, And Walking Her Down Those Stairs It Had Taken Hours, But She Was Determined, And He Was PatientWhen She Was At School, She Had Run Down The Stairs, Taking Them Two At A Time, Her School Bag On Her Back, An Apple In One Hand, Always Late Years Later, She Had Sneaked Up The Stairs In Bare Feet When She Came In From A Party Not That Julius Was Strict Or Likely To Shout It Was Just What You Did When You Were Sixteen And Had Drunk A Little Too Much Cider And It Was Two Oclock In The MorningTo Her Left Was The Door That Came Out Behind The Shop Counter She Pushed Open The Door And Stepped Into The Shop The Early Morning Light Ventured In Through The Window, Tentative Emilia Shivered A Little As The Air Inside Stirred She Felt A Sense Of Expectation Whenever She Entered Nightingale books, The Same Feeling Of Stepping Back In Time Or Into Another PlaceShe Could Be Whenever And Wherever She Wanted Only This Time She CouldntShe Would Give Anything To Go Back To When Everything Was All RightShe Felt As If The books Were Asking For News Hes Gone, She Wanted To Tell Them, But She Didnt, Because She Didnt Trust Her Voice And Because It Was Sillybooks Told You Things, Everything You Needed To Know, But You Didnt Talk Back To ThemAs She Stood In The Middle Of The Shop, She Gradually Felt A Sense Of Comfort Settle Upon Her, A Calmness That Soothed Her Soul For Julius Was Still Here, Amid The Covers And The Upright Spines He Claimed To Know Every Book In His Shop He May Not Have read Each One From Cover To Cover, But He Understood Why They Were There, What The Authors Intent Had Been And Who Might, Therefore, Like To read Them, From The Simplest Childrens Board Book To The Weightiest, Most Indecipherable TomeThere Was A Rich Red Carpet, Faded And Worn Now Rows And Rows Of Wooden Shelves Lined The Walls, Stretching Right Up To The Ceilingthere Was A Ladder To Reach The Unusual books On The Very Top Shelves Fiction Was At The Front Of The Shop, Reference At The Back, And Tables In The Middle Displayed Cookery And Art And Travel Upstairs, On The Mezzanine, There Was A Collection Of First Editions And Secondhand Rarities, Behind Locked Glass Cases And Julius Had Reigned Over It All From His Place Behind The Wooden Counter Behind Him Were Stacked The books That People Had Ordered, Wrapped In Brown Paper And Tied With String There Was An Old Fashioned Ornate Till That Tinged When It Opened, Which Hed Found In A Junk Shop And, Although He Didnt Use It Any, He Kept As Decoration And Sometimes He Kept Sugar Mice In The Drawer To Hand Out To Small Children Who Had Been Especially Patient And GoodThere Would Always Be A Half Full Cup Of Coffee On The Counter That Hed Begun And Never Finished, Because He Would Get Into A Conversation And Forget About It And Leave It To Get Cold Because People Dropped In To Chat With Julius All The Time He Was Full Of Advice And Knowledge And Wisdom And, Above All, KindnessAs A Result, The Shop Had Become A Mecca For All Sections Of Society In And Around Peasebrook The Townspeople Were Proud Of Their bookshop It Was A Place Of Comfort And Familiarity And They Had Come To Respect Its Owner Adore Him, Even For Over Thirty Years He Had Fed Their Minds And Their Hearts, Aided And Abetted In Recent Years By His Assistants, Warm And Bubbly Mel, Who Kept The Place Spick And Span, And Lanky Dave The Goth Who Knew Almost As Much As Julius About books But Rarely Spokethough Once You Got Him Going It Was Impossible To Stop HimHer Father Was Still Here, Thought Emilia, In The Thousands Of PagesMillionsthere Must Be So Many Millionsof Words All Those Words, And The Pleasure They Had Provided For People Over The Years Escape, Entertainment, Education He Had Changed Minds He Had Changed Lives It Was Up To Her To Carry On His Work So He Would Live On, She Swore To HerselfJulius Nightingale Would Live ForeverFrom Unique Characters To A Charming Romance, How To Find Love In A bookshop Is An Absolute Gem HelloGigglesAbsolutely DelightfulPeopleA Romance For Readers Everywhere Philadelphia Inquirer Engaging In The Great Tradition Of Irelands Maeve Binchy Henry Has Created An Engaging Ensemble Cast, Placed Them In A Charming Locale And Interwoven Their Stories With That Of A Plucky Central Character Need An Engrossing Light read To While Away One Of The Last Afternoons Of Summer This Is It The Star TribuneFew books Are Soothing And Conducive To Break Taking Than Henrys New Novel How To Find Love In A bookshop VoxA Love Letter To books And The Shops That Sell ThemUSA TodayCharming A Light Romantic Comedy Well Suited For Bibliophiles And Anglophiles Alike Kirkus ReviewsHenry Describes Her Novel As An Ode To bookshops, And It Is That Readers Who Laughed And Cried Over Gabrielle Zevins The Storied Life Of AJ Fikry And Fredrik Backmans A Man Called Ove Will Love This One Library JournalRomantic,utterly Heartwarming And A Perfect Treat For Bibliophiles Everywhere Jenny Colgan, New York Times Bestselling Author Of The Caf By The SeaHenrys Quirky Cast Of Characters With Their Heartwarming Intertwined Tales Of Loss, Love, And Community Make This A Must read For Summer Amy E Reichert, Author Of The Coincidence Of Coconut CakeHenrys Sweet Novel, Filled With Likable Characters And Shaped By A Love Of books, Will Appeal To Fans Of Tender Fiction Who Find Bliss In bookstores And LibrariesBooklistA Gorgeous Escapist ReadGood Housekeeping UK

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