The writers who inspire me

July 7, 2022

The Zodiac Bookshop was in a non-descript suburban parade of shops. It was run by a man whose glasses were on a chain around his neck and who, when he peered over them at a customer, never, at least in my memory, cracked the slightest smile. It did not matter. To my 12-year-old self the bookshop was like a gateway into another universe… Read on

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