Christine threw the library books on the bed with a slam. According to Cousin Henrietta, there lay the cause of the whole trouble.
“Books! Why don’t you take an interest in something else for a change?”
- Stairway to the Sky, by Marguerite Dickson
“Ruffles,” she said. “Dinky little ruffles. It’s not my idea of suitability, since you ask me. What kind of place is this you are going to work in, anyway? And haven’t you got a proper blouse to wear?”
“Oh, it’s just a bookshop, a little bookshop, tucked into a corner of one of those old brick buildings on Fulton Street just before you get down to Borough Hall….”
|Authors love bookstores, too!|
|(Thank you, Bill Coohon!!!)|