Good reviews for Stephanie’s immediately forgettable new boyfriend

Despite the fact that everyone at dinner is struggling to remember the name, face, or anything remotely related to his physical appearance, personality, or interests, all reviews thus far seem to be overwhelmingly positive for Stephanie’s new boyfriend.

Stephanie, who is notoriously codependent and easily swayed by even the most minute of her friends’ opinions, asked the group what they thought of Andrew, who she claimed has joined them on numerous occasions and group outings. The earnestness in her voice and the obvious vulnerability in her gaze as she looked from face to face made it clear to the group that the stakes were high.

Jared led the response, taking charge as per usual. “He’s a great guy,” he said without hesitation. “One of the good ones.”

Rachel, privately irked that Jared had stolen two golden lines for this rare social situation, added “It’s rare you find someone who mixes intelligence… and good looks… in such a classy way, you know?”

Freddy, ever the poet, smirked inwardly as he prepped his response. “I couldn’t have picked a better match for you, Steph. The chemistry you two had, the inside jokes, the glances back and forth… I know it’s only been a few dates, but the way you carry on, it’s like you’ve known each other for years.”

Jared and Rachel simmered at his coy move, but Stephanie seemed satisfied thus far. All present, however, knew things would soon get dicey. The group prepared to change the subject but were foiled as Stephanie unexpectedly raised the ante with a quick riposte directed at the final challenger, Derek, who hadn’t yet contributed.

“Derek, what do you think about his business idea? I told you, didn’t I, that he was such an entrepreneur!”

Derek, whom everyone knows is not great under pressure, visibly blanched. He looked around the table and found no help among the many faces urging him toward a clutch response. Desperately plumbing his memory, he vaguely recalled the park trip they’d all made the previous weekend… where he remembered nodding his head in response to a bland conversation… with somebody… that had lasted over fifteen minutes… “He really knows what to do with his pockets,” he said simply, before moving to take a big helping of eggplant, trying to distract Stephanie with his quick, erratic hand motions.

The group let out a collective sigh of relief, to which Stephanie was blissfully ignorant, as she puzzled over Derek’s response. Before she could continue, Freddy asked everyone if he’d told them how Awesome last weekend was, to which Jared replied, emphatically, in the negative, while Rachel urged him to elaborate.




selfless citizen runs free quality check on mirrors, reflective surfaces

parents attempt to explain to child how internet works, fail

shanghai expat somehow managed to survive alone for years


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Wenger searches to fill hole at winger

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As the end of the summer transfer window begins to loom, Arsene Wenger is becoming desperate to fill the club’s gaping hole at the winger position, internal sources have informed us.

Over the last few days, Wenger has been overheard loudly interrogating his players, searching for anyone has any experience whatsoever playing in a slightly advanced position on the flanks of the midfield. He has been met with blank gazes, and the mood in the locker room has started to take a turn for the worse.

“It’s like he doesn’t know who we are anymore,” confirmed Theo Walcott, a talented speedster known for tearing down the sides of the field before either cutting inside or providing service to central players inside the box. “As if anyone at Arsenal could do what he’s asking us to do. Winger? No. If he wants somebody like that, he’s going to have to look elsewhere.”

“We’re starting to get worried. I mean, he’s becoming almost delusional,” whispered Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain, whose preferred areas of play is generally not in the backline, defensive midfield, or central striking positions, with friends and teammates Santi Cazorla, Jack Wilshere, and Aaron Ramsey nodding along in grave agreement, equally stunned by the erratic behavior of their beloved coach.

“I personally guarantee to all of our amazing, committed fans that by the end of this summer transfer window, we’ll have a veritable stable of five to six incredibly talented wingers, footballers with a deadly combination of pace and creativity. I’ll stake my reputation on it.”

Even the most ardent fans were surprised at the high aspirations of the coach. Time will tell if Arsene Wenger will be able to pull off one of the biggest accomplishments of his career thus far with the club.




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Man in the next stall over is having a rough time

During lunch, an office member who has requested to remain anonymous has confirmed to us that a man in the stall next to him was having a pretty rough go of it just a short time ago.

“There were lots of sounds I don’t care to describe, imitate, or recount,” began the employee. “Most of it was splashy.” He shook his head slowly in an exaggerated display of sympathy.

“Then, when it was over, there was this pause, and I could hear the little handle of the toilet jiggling, as the dude tried to flush, and nothing was happening. The jiggling of the handle got a bit frantic for a second, and then it was just silence.”

It is presumed that during this silence the man in the next stall over was considering the situation and examining the toilet itself for probable causes of its malfunction. The silence was broken by the sound of porcelain-scraping as the top was removed from the toilet, then of porcelain-clanking as it was placed on the tile floor, then the noise of various chains, plastic covers, and rubber tubes being manipulated into place, in order to allow the obscenity deposited within the toilet bowl to be sent to the great abyss.

The office member confirmed that it appears the operation was successful, as the toilet flushed soon after the noises ceased. The identity of the man in the next stall over is as of yet unconfirmed, and it is believed that, after the incident, he fled the scene as quickly and stealthily as he could, assumedly due to a nefarious motive like shame or even sheer embarrassment.

“I get what he’s going through,” confirmed the office member, adding, “That happened to me once in Thailand.” It must be noted, however, that this particular office member relates everything that happens to anyone, anywhere, to a 36-hour layover he once had in Thailand, during which everything which can possibly happen to a human being must have occurred to, around, and within him.

At lunch, the office member could be heard speculating about the identity of the man in the stall next to him. His primary guess, which was ostensibly corroborated by his conversational companions, who were visibly uncomfortable with this topic as a whole, is that it was probably Mark from accounting, who was looking a bit skittish as he ate a sandwich in the corner behind the plants.


Dude at gym refuses to leave machine while texting

Last night, it has been confirmed that a dude at the local gym refused to leave a machine while texting.

The accused, who was seen in olive cargo shorts, a casual t-shirt, flip flops, and other non-workout-appropriate attire, exhibited an overly aloof demeanor as he sat on a workout machine which many viewed as necessary to their Monday night exercise routines in the midst of a crowded gym floor.

One gym member, inexplicably dressed in a red bathing suit, asked the accused good-naturedly if he ‘was using the equipment’, with the obvious underlying question being Can I use this, as you obviously are not? Socially adept members of society are able to read the italicized questions below questions, realize their unintentional mistake, and naturally respond, in good humour, ‘Yes, no worries! Here you go, and all the best.’

The accused, however, in an overt flaunting of the social norms which hold society together, responded with a steely gaze before saying “Yes,” and resuming his texting. The gym member, and the procession who followed him, were forced to find other heavy things to lift, pull, move, or press, in order to attempt, in vain, to fill out their measly chest and arm muscles.

The full procession made sure to give the accused judgmental passive-aggressive glances as he languidly completed his night’s workout of three sets of four reps, spread out across thirty-five minutes. If the accused noticed, he gave no indication, and if anything, he only proceeded to lounge with more effort than before.

At press time, the red-shorted gym member left the building at the same time as the accused, and they walked down the sidewalk in close proximity, which, the gym member confirmed, was just the most awkward thing.

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Promising new act furthers career with Shanghai cancellation

In an already meteoric rise to the top of the pop world’s esteem, up-and-coming ethereal folk-punk act Ceramic Sea Turtles have cancelled their upcoming Shanghai tour stop.

“It really is an honour to be invited to a show in Shanghai, so that we could go on to cancel it,” commented bassist Heart Pettigrew. “Not many acts have the privilege of having been set to play here, for loads of thrilled fans, only to backtrack and decide not to follow through.”

He began to list off a number of the acts in whose hallowed company Ceramic Sea Turtles now find themselves, getting most of them correct. Maroon Five, Aerosmith, Lenny Kravitz, Robbie Williams, James Blake, and Katy Perry were all mentioned. “Katy Perry, you know, say what you want about her music, but she’s well fit,” the bassist added thoughtfully.

“I’d buy her a ginger ale, no doubt,” he concluded, with the pure and earnest eyes of a master poet, whose talent and ability will not be shared with mainland China’s bustling financial hub.

Even fashion mogul Jacobim Mugatu took note. “If they’ve already cancelled Shanghai, there’s really no telling how far these kids can go. I can’t even tell you how hot they are right now.”

The reasons for past high-profile cancellations are numerous, including everything from logistics troubles, visa issues, and political protest, though many prominent critics address the failure to show up as evidence that the artists just couldn’t really be fussed. It is pretty far out there, and a lot of stuff is in Chinese, many critics will admit.

Lead singer Andrew O’Marcus-Stein had more to add. “The fans here, really, they’re just incredible. We were reading comments online, and we even received a few letters, and they were really, really jazzed up to see us. Pretty sure they’ll be gutted now, really gutted. Inconsolably, even. You can tell they care, you know?” He looked off into the distance with that now-famous far-away gaze, which Shanghai fans will no longer be able to behold on September the 19th, which is sure to be a delightfully pleasing autumn evening.

“And the venues, too,” chimed in the drummer, who many around the world now lovingly refer to as Pecks, because that’s what he calls his chest muscles. “The venues, the way everybody just kinda sits there and enjoys the music patiently, right, all respectful, nobody distractin’ ya with dancin’ and things. That’s pretty cool. Kind’ve a dream, you know, to be able to cancel on somethin’ like that.”

“I’m sure we’ll reschedule in a few years, when we’re, like, really a big deal, and we can back out when we’re even closer to the big date,” concluded O’Marcus-Stein, who made the call to cancel two months before the show. “How we did it, I’ll admit, it’s somewhat underwhelming, as all the fans can move on and avoid getting their hopes up… it’s always better to cancel the week before, or even the day of, to really crush their hopes properly, give ’em something to remember, you know.”

“When we don’t cancel, that’s when you know things are really going downhill!” he added, to the concurring laughter of his band-mates.

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Wenger quenches latest transfer rumour

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“The area in the immediate vicinity of Emirates will not, I confirm, will not be purchasing, transferring, or installing new traffic lights, at least for the foreseeable future.”

Arsene Wenger has thwarted the latest transfer hopes of Arsenal fans today with his statement confirming that marquee traffic lights will not be brought in this summer, as many pundits and fans had expected. Wenger confirmed that he had a closed-door discussion with local transit authorities prior to joining the press conference.

Gunners everywhere have been grasping at the most unlikely transfer targets as bigger-name opportunities have come and gone on the market, and traffic lights seemed to be their last chance to get something new and shiny, since Wenger has made it clear he has no intention of buying footballers, a fun new bouncehouse to keep outside the stadium on gamedays, or a team shark, to whom opposing fans could be sacrificed at halftime.

“We are quite happy with our traffic signals just the way they are,” Wenger confirmed. “We have just started to really build some chemistry in the past year. You know just when to pass, when it is best to hunker down and wait for the next opportunity, and you know especially when it is time to go.”

This announcement follows days of speculation as to whether or not Wenger may authorise the purchase of marquee new traffic lights, whether from an established, proven German firm, a startup with an esteemed R&D department like Southampton Transit, or even a surprise purchase from a cross-London company. Fans have long clamoured for the replacement of several lights in clear trouble areas, notably the small, nearly dysfunctional lights around the back of the stadium on Holloway Rd.

Despite this, Wenger referred to the success of the recent term and proceeded to make increasingly salient points about the fickle nature of the domestic fan base, which cares only for the newest of signings, even when they are seemingly unnecessary. This new-things-are-always-better attitude, he noted lucidly, is overtly egged on by the uncontrolled hype-machine that is the English media.

Before he could conclude, he was drowned out by shouts of “Wenger out! Out with Wenger!”

One fan brought attention to recent moves made by Liverpool, saying they “got all the cool new shiny things”, like brand new beer taps installed for every ten seats in the stadium, a personal butler to welcome each fan to his or her seat prior to kickoff at home matches, and new football players, to aid them in their primary goal of challenging for a Premier League Title. This is a goal for which Wenger supposedly also strives, though with these latest developments, many fans may be left doubting.

“We did get somebody new this summer,” Wenger said as he tried to mollify the crowd, but they were not to be appeased.

At press time, he was feigning taking a call on his Nokia brick as he rapidly exited the dais.





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Revolutionary FIFA President Sepp Blatter Proposes Football – for Women


note:  This was written back in May, before the corruption charges and the election results. Updates to follow!

In a move sure to shock the footballing world, incumbent FIFA President and current leading reelection candidate Sepp Blatter announced the creation of football for women.

Speaking at a recent press conference, he began by saying, “After thinking long and hard on this issue, it has come to my attention that our responsibility at FIFA is to create a world of equal opportunity for all. I’ve decided, after much deliberation, to use the powers granted me by FIFA to create an organisation for women’s football.”

When asked whether some may see this as simply pandering for votes ahead of the election for FIFA president, Blatter confidently revealed that his winning the election had never really been in doubt – his opponents had been hired by those “Arab people who are doing the World Cup” just to keep things interesting.

With a twinkle in his eye as he looked out at the assembled media, he added, “I like to keep things interesting for you guys.”

After a stunned silence from the crowd, the room erupted in applause. GNN television correspondent Ron Burgundy noted that Blatter not only knew them, he understood them, and that was as close to love as anybody could get. “We deeply admire this man,” he concluded, his words barely intelligible as he wept heavily.

In this press conference for the ages, Blatter was not done yet. After establishing the sport of women’s football, he took a step further and announced that he would even fund the world’s first Women’s World Cup – with all expenses coming out of his own pocket.

“I know nobody will watch for a few years, and that’s alright,” he said, with a knowing smile. “But I’ve loads of money, which I assure you is not being tracked by several dozen governments for suspicion of money laundering, because -” here he spread his arms wide to the crowd, again drawing heavy applause “- because you know me! C’mon, that stuff is crazy, right? I’m Papa Sepp!”

“Anyway,” Blatter continued as the cheers subsided, “We’ve already selected the location for the Women’s World Cup, and it will be held in… the Central African Republic! This may not seem like the first location you’d guess, but it continues our work with such progressive and non-discriminating nations as Russia and Qatar.”

Shedding more light on the decision, Blatter said, “I have this buddy who works with some dudes in the CAR, and he tells me they are making incredible strides in including children, some as young as 8, in integral community roles, such as soldiering, plundering, and racketeering. If that’s not progress, I don’t know what is!”

Blatter’s comments come amidst heavy criticism of his recent choice of World Cup locations, but he defended his choices admirably, to the chagrin of his critics. “Russia, and Putin, man, they’re cool with everybody – they even wore those gay little rainbow gloves at that track meet they had a few years ago.”

Humourist and TV personality John Oliver, a longstanding opponent of Blatter, shook his head in defeat.

“I thought the rampant corruption, the shocking incompetence, and the virulent sexism would be enough to bring down Blatter’s FIFA,” he said. “But after all that has been said today, I think I have a lot to think about. I can’t believe I’m saying this… long… long live Blatter!”

Many expected heavy criticism from more conservative football fans, but the reception has been generally positive. Responses from individuals as varied as US Republican Presidential candidate Ted Cruz and CNN Future Correspondent Mr Jetson have rained praise on Blatter’s decision.

As he prepared for a nationally televised interview in the States, Cruz graciously gave us a few moments to share his thoughts on the announcement. “Soccer is the sport the world invented when it couldn’t handle the superior, awe-inspiring masculinity of America, which people learned about when Ben Franklin invented science,” he explained calmly, as he combed his hair and loaded a spare freedom-pistol. “It’s only fair to let women play a sport meant for them in the first place.”

“Texas!” he added, to no one in particular.

“Even in the heavily idealised cartoon future, we couldn’t dream of having something like equal sports rights for men and women,” Mr Jetson told us. “I couldn’t be more in favour of Mr. Blatter’s decision – this is decades ahead of its time, if not centuries!”

“I’d be surprised if it wasn’t ‘Sir’ Blatter soon!” Jetson added ecstatically.

There was one more announcement to come. In what many interpreted as another direct response to critics concerned with the extreme heat of Qatar, Blatter followed up with yet another move to establish his support for the rights of women. “To my knowledge, we haven’t yet done a World Cup in Africa, and, because everyone knows Africa is, like, super hot, you might think the CAR would be an inadequate climate for football…” The crowd laughed as Blatter shook his head and smiled condescendingly as his few remaining critics withered in the audience.

“But – you know me – I have a heart! These ladies are not going to have to wear those super-hot football kits – instead, they’ll wear these!”

As he finished speaking, fireworks went off on stage, and 32 women in tall socks and high-heeled, cleated boots marched across the stage wearing climate-sensitive, environmentally-friendly bikinis emblazoned with the flags of the nations previously included in the 2014 Men’s World Cup finals.

“He doesn’t have a selfish bone in his body,” someone in the crowd observed. “Papa Sepp loves us!”

The celebration threatened to drown out further questions, but not before an intern wondered aloud how Blatter would respond to the charge that the FIFA Women’s World Cup was allegedly established in 1991, and that women have engaged in playing the sport since its creation. Blatter drew the admiration of the crowd as he declared that “Today we look to the future and not to the past.” He added that “change is always difficult, and hope always has its opponents.” He then encouraged the young man “not to make things awkward” before posing for pictures with the female representatives from Brazil and Japan.

As the crowd of professional reporters from internationally recognised media outlets broke out into frenzied chants of “Long Live Blatter!” and “Long live the Supreme Leader!”, Blatter could be overheard saying “It’s Blatter Time” and “I’ve totally still got it.” At press time, he was asking the crowd what they should do after this, and if there were any good happy hours on at nearby bars that wouldn’t check at the door if their guests were currently under investigation by “those dicks at the FBI.”

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The Bookhouse Tour: PARIS #2, San Francisco Book Co

PARIS, July 2014

Without a lot of time left to spare in the city, I made my way to San Francisco Book Co, hoping for the best. It was along a road called Monsieur le Prince, and the architecture was wonderful. That small circle of town where I briefly wandered, looking for the shop, will be what I remember as ‘default’ Paris.

Two simple bookcases outside told me I was on the right track. A glance inside the door confirmed it – this was exactly the place I’d hoped to find! Shelves stacked ten-high and lined double-deep awaited me. Everything was impeccably organized, and I swear the shelves were beamingly-grinning. (That may have been just me. I probably bleached the first few rows of books I browsed through.)

I rambled through the shelves and stacks for a satisfyingly unknown length of time. In the Country section, I found a huge selection of Louis L’Amour books, including Jubal Sackett, one of the books I’d absolutely loved as a kid. In a rare lucid memory, I recall reading it in my favorite oak tree behind my grandparent’s house in Tomball. Whenever I’d walk by their bookshelf and see Jubal, I’d always feel that we recognized each other, somehow, the book and I, as if it would be fitting for us to give each other a wink, or a nod. I never took it home, because it belonged in Nana & Grandad’s bookshelf, and I liked seeing it each time I visited, that old friend.

Connection set. I picked up the book and didn’t put it down. I considered getting a second copy of Fair Blows The Wind as well, another I’d connected with when I was younger, but I had a well-worn copy back in Texas. I passed on several Paul Auster titles as well, content with the fact that I had an unread Brooklyn Follies at home in Hong Kong. However, to make good on a promise, I picked up a copy of The New York Trilogy. It’s a good one to give to writers and artists, one of the best accounts I’ve ever read about the struggle.

A trip back through to the general Fiction section, where I determined I’d look at every title if I could (and very nearly did!), yielded an early victory – what appeared to be a very old copy of a Dickens book called Life of Our Lord. This astounded me. Dickens has been one of my mainstays this year; we’ve been near inseparable since I was been blown away by his laugh-out-loud humor in the first ten-ish chapters of Great Expectations. His humorous short stories about ghosts had long since begun to be a huge influence on my stories. Previously, I hadn’t known much about his spiritual life or views; this book promised to make that clearer. It was apparently a published record of letters he’d made for his children, then young, in which he rewrote the gospels to make the life of Jesus more clear to them. I added this one to the list.

Then, I felt lost. I’d been so consistent in my choice of authors – George MacDonald, Dickens, Chesterton, C.S. Lewis, Twain, Auster, Kipling, Forster – that I honestly didn’t know where to go next. I wasn’t ready to start on my mountain of Murakami, but I was ready to move a bit away from my primary go-to of British (and even in that, mostly English) writers from late 1800s to mid 1900s (excepting Twain and Auster). Luckily, there was a Wise Man near in the form of the store owner. He gave me his recommendations, though I’m blanking on the names now; one was something like ‘Yiddish Policemen Club’, I can’t remember now. I could Google it, but… eh. I added a couple of his recommendations to the stack.

He also shared with me a curious little story about his connection to Hong Kong. A lady had once walked into his store and asked him for 1,000 books. She said that he could select them, and when ready, she would fly him and the books back to her home in Hong Kong, where he would install what was apparently to be a bookshelf for the ages. I’m not sure how many were read, as I’m guessing their main purpose was for making her friends (read: me) jealous.

Five books in hand. Dickens, L’Amour, some newbies for me, and one Auster for a friend. Mission accomplished. The official account:  The books left for me in Paris were waiting at a store called San Francisco Book Co. The Westerns and Mystery sections are particularly impressive.

I would also highly recommend going to a boulangerie immediately after you leave the bookhouse. Sweet-Lord-Jesus-of-all-things-baked, I’m going to miss those.

The Bookhouse Tour: PARIS #1, Shakespeare & Company

PARIS, July 2014

How can you even begin an entry about Paris, after everything that has been written and painted and filmed and sung, after everything you’ve heard and seen? With so much to see and interpret, how can you cover even a fraction? On another note, how can you possibly say anything about ‘my trip to Paris’ or ‘what I ____ in Paris’ and on and on without sounding super uppity?

I’m not really sure. Probably best just to go straight into it.

Before I tell you about the books, I’ll gush about the bread. Most things I love begin with a ‘B’, and bread is high on the list. Little did I know that the French word for bakery (another B word!) is ‘boulangerie’, which sounds accurately sexy enough to describe the pleasure I get from the bread contained within. The croissants… the chocolate rolls… the loafs with nuts and raisins… it was mind-blowing. It was perfect. It was heaven.

That’s all for that. Now. To the Books. (The #1 ‘B’!)

This was my first trip to Paris, and it was very brief. To give you a quick personal background, I was there for five days, attending the wedding of one close friend and the graduation of another. Of the five days, I spent roughly three in Paris.

There was enough time to visit two bookstores. One in particular I was highly anticipating:  the first shop I could check off from my list of Ten of the World’s Most Beautiful Bookstores from the BBC. From what I’d read, Shakespeare and Company had been a well-known hangout for writers and artists for most of the last half-century. Struggling writers were allowed to stay in the upper floors of the shop, and I’m sure inspiration was not far away, with Notre Dame in clear view. The name is a reference to a 1920s-era bookstore where famous authors (Ernest Hemingway among them) would gather.

The shop was buzzing with activity. There were so many people that I reflexively felt I was back in the bustle of Hong Kong island. Several bookshelves outside held the first hints of what was to come: a rack of classics, a couple secondhand shelves, books about the city. Once I’d squeezed past the crowds to get inside, there was, as you’d expect, a wide array of books made dizzying by the curvy layout of the floorplan. It felt random and wonderful. The titles were impressively well organized in a compact space, and most seemed to be new books at your usual prices; I saw a copy of The Circle by Dave Eggers which I was reading at the time, and considered buying a second copy. There was a great selection of Paul Auster books as well.

My appetite, however, is for secondhand books, and it was for these that I was hungry. I found this section after walking up a narrow staircase to the upper floor, which was as heavy with books as the floor below; perhaps heavier, as these had more dust and wrinkles than the youth underneath. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough time to lose myself. I scanned titles, absorbing each area and genre.

A large room at the front of this upper floor had large windows facing the street outside. It held what appeared to be a large library of a fantastic collection of donated books. This was a delight to find, though I was panged knowing I couldn’t partake, with so little time in the city.

My time had expired and I left without buying anything; while I wanted something to remember the occasion, try as I might, I did not connect with a title, and so did not walk out with one.

I must admit that the overall feel of the bookstore, for obvious reasons, was more that of an attraction in the city than a pure bookstore, a necessary stopover for brief visits like mine. My goal is to find those places which make me feel as if I am walking into an unassuming yet curious house made of books, sometimes barely staying upright; Shakespeare & Company is rich with a history that will never let it be anonymous. It is absolutely worthy of a place on BBC’s Top Ten list, and definitely merits a visit. With more time, I’m sure I would’ve found the book I went there looking for.

However, my search continued.

The Bookhouse Tour: A Bibliophile Abroad

I connect with travelling where it intersects with literature. Specifically, that would be secondhand, English literature. The desire to explore a creek or a continent begins in the desire to find one’s way to the back cover of a book, and to the ends of a bookshelf.

These Tours will describe visits to wonderful bookhouses all over the world. My list is created through recommendations from friends & family, and through online threads; perhaps these will be places you’d like to stop. After all, what better way to remember a city, and a time, and the people you were with, than through the books which accompanied you in those seasons?

There is a book waiting for us everywhere. Usually, we won’t know it till we find it.

If you have any special bookhouses to add to the list, please contribute!!