Some men die at ebb tide; some at low water; some at the full of flood; — and I feel now like a billow that’s all one crested comb
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
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Author: abookwomansholiday
The perfect holiday for a lifelong reader is one with a stack of books and few distractions. Retiring after three decades as a bookseller, I look forward to reading my way through the stacks and shelves and lists of books waiting for me.
This blog will be something of a grab bag or commonplace book of reviews, quotations, notes on the history of books, the contemporary book trade, and anything connected with books and language. Reading is a great pleasure. Thinking and talking about books multiplies and intensifies that pleasure.
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A Bookwoman’s Holiday 