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As if you could not guess, gentle reader, I am something of a bibliophile. By this I do not mean that I collect beautiful, leather-bound volumes of first editions, nice as those are. I mean that I love and collect books in many different subject areas, fiction and non-fiction, all of which I actually read AND display. I am the sort of person who winces when he reads of decorators purchasing bulk lots of books by the yard from secondhand bookshops, graded by size, to fill up the shelves of someone whose taste in literature is generally limited to the airport newsstand variety of novel. And more often than not my books have come to me via someone else’s previous collection.
On the British sitcom “Black Books”, bookshop…
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