Robert Carey, aged eight
Part 2 of a short story series about the young Robert Carey - and in case you don't already have it, you can get part 1 as well, A Pest of a Boy.
I\’ve been working at Waterstones for a week now and I\’m wondering if this is actually the best dayjob I\’ve ever had? It\’s a no-brainer, really. Writer + bookshop + (some) money = happy…
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At the risk of sounding all dewy-eyed and peppy, everybody\’s so lovely and patient, even while you\’re fumbling around doing stamp-cards (don\’t ask). And then sometimes you get to go on fascinating little treasure-hunts for books people can\’t quite remember. I love these, even though pretty much every other member of staff is better at it than me.
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My feelings might change as Christmas grinds closer and closer, but I\’m still getting a buzz every time I sell an actual book to an actual customer – ha! Take that, Amazon! And that Sony!
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Biggest surprise: like all my offspring, many youngsters are prepared to spend amazing amounts on beautiful well-designed hardbacks on any subject they\’re interested in.
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POW! to you, Google!
ITS WONDERFUL YOU LOVE YOUR POSITION AT THE BOOKSTORE THAT IS JUST GREAT. I’M STILL FILLING OUT APPLICATIONS. FRIDAY, I HAVE A APPOINTMENT THAT I’M NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO BUT MAYBE FOR ONCE I WILL FIND SOME ANSWERS. THATS ALL I WILL SAY UNTIL I KNOW EXACTLY WHATS GOING ON. HAVE A SPENDID EVENING NOW. I’M HAPPY FOR YOU. KEEP ON SHINING.