Last week The Guardian ran an article about the closing of Murder One, a crime thriller bookstore in London. The writer described the perfect bookstore,
Inclusive and without snobbery, Murder One amply demonstrated that the best bookshops are places not just of commerce, but of community; places that make feel you belong. It’s the kind of store that bibliophiles dream about: well-stocked, well-staffed and shabby enough to lose days browsing within. It’s just unfortunate that such shops don’t have enough paying customers to keep them afloat, or that these customers visit all too infrequently – something of which I’m certainly guilty.
He asks the question that all of us who love independent bookstores are asking, are we going to just wring our hands about the loss of another wonderful store or are we going to support them and shop in them so that they survive? It’s all up to us.





