I went to Dymocks today. A real bookshop.
The shock. The horror.
To be honest I miss being surrounded by books. You get to experience something you don’t get by going on Amazon. (Actually whenever I’m in a bookshop or library I feel like taking a dump. I think it has something to do with my childhood, but more on that later.)
I noticed that the graffiti and street art books are locked in a glass cabinet. I guess that says a lot about the target market. People who does graffiti steals book.
Then again, I’m sure there’s a book on shoplifting not too far away.
Maybe that’s the good thing about Amazon, books don’t get stolen.