Bedtime Story: The Enchanted Bookshop – Night 5

Bedtime Story: The Enchanted Bookshop – Night 5

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Once Upon a Time…

Sven slowly lowered the clipboard and leaned back against a stack of boxes. As a child, he’d believed in the magic books. He’d been in the bookstore a few times when someone had found their book. Or, as his grandfather liked to say, the book found them.

The process was always the same—whether the person was old or young, male or female, rich or poor. Their common denominator was a palpable sense of despair. They wandered into the store—sometimes just to get out of the rain or cold—and browsed the shelves. His grandfather greeted them and offered suggestions. When he sensed that a patron was one of “the ones,” he’d kindly tell them that one of the books was searching for them, and that it would bring them great joy. When asked how they’d know which was their special book, his grandfather’s answer was always the same: It has your name, written in the front.

 

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Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske