The Joys of Browsing, part 1
Another memory, another bookstore- this time in Fremantle, in a white and green shop with low shelves and apparently, low sales as it didn't stick around long into my teen years. I would have been about eleven. I remember choosing Tomorrow When the War Began, possibly because my friends were reading it, and being very proud of myself when, upon running into my Netball coach at the till, I learned that the Year Nines at her daughter's high school were reading it for class.
I'm sure there were many similar instances.
I think I moved on to "Adult" fiction quite early (Scare quotes there used because the line these days is so blurred- I would readily recommend a lot of popular adult fiction to young adult readers in their mid to late teens) and once I started I literally couldn't stop. Today there are more than one hundred unread books sitting on the top shelf of my two Billy Bookcases (yes, from Ikea). There are so many that I am too ashamed to show you a picture. I have had to make stacks rather than shelving them properly. It is far too easy to walk into a lovely book store and walk out with four, or five, or six... There are too many lists published of "Books you Should Read" (I'm looking at you, Dymocks 101) that I garner new favourites from, and compared to all this, there are just too few reading hours in the day. Thank heavens for coffee.