golden op-shop moments

For months I have been driving past a secondhand bookshop on my way to visit a friend. It was a big old rundown looking place, and somehow didn't appeal. But this week I had a bit of time on my hands so decided to have a look. It turned out to be a bookish girl's dream come true. It literally had books bursting out of it. Room after room of books from floor to ceiling, in a great big messy jumble. It was a fluke to find things, but that somehow made the find all the more satisfying. I'm determined to collect all the books I read when I was young, and I found some real keepers here.

It reminded me just how important it is to take the blinkers off sometimes. Take a look around, there may be some treasures waiting for you in a wee corner shop that you've never noticed before.

Three Astrid Lindgren titles: Ronia, the robber's daughter,
Emil Gets into Mischief, and Mardie, as well as another Sue Barton book
for my growing collection

Little Grey Rabbit by Alison Uttley, but not the traditional one,
the illustrator is different

some black and white pictures too

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