Here’s a poem by G.K. Chesterton, one of the Oxford Inklings: Gold Leaves Lo! I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold; Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out The year and I are old. In youth I sought the prince of men, Captain in cosmic wars, Our Titan, even the weeds …
While listening to NPR in the car this week, I heard some reviewers talking about including critical, even scathing reviews among their glowing ones to remain believable and trustworthy by steering folks both toward and away from new books. The debate was lively, and it set me to thinking. It made me realize that our …
I am a bookseller. I scour Publishers Weekly, Shelf Awareness, endless catalogs, Facebook, and Twitter for booksy news. I spend endless hours before and after work striving to be a better bookseller. In addition, belonging to bookseller’s trade organizations has put me in the company of people who love what they do, have learned things …
Our booksellers at Inklings often review books for our local newspaper, The Yakima Herald Republic. We love the ability to “talk” to our community in this way, to invite people into the book world we inhabit daily. It is so rewarding to have a customer come in to request the book reviewed that week, brought …
For a long time, I’ve collected the bits and pieces of bookstore memories. In a white box with folded flaps, I’ve stuffed the stuff of approximately 4,800 days of Inklings life so far. Yesterday, I pulled it out and sat down in a sunbeam at my dining table for an afternoon of wonder, embarrassment, laughter and …
