![]() The community he lives in is bound to be populated with odd people – the author sleeping around behind the back of A J's sister-in-law-as-was, the cop learning to appreciate books, as long as they're crime titles. ![]() A J is but one element of this – the old-before-his-time, stuck-in-his-ways bookseller, whose proper name we never learn. ![]() This has charming, whimsy, quirky, et al, written all over it. Which bizarrely will cause several major changes to his one-person household… But his bad time is about to get a lot worse, as the one thing he owns worth the most – a rare book, more valuable than his house, his business, anything – is about to vanish. The book store he runs, stuck out on a limb on a quiet island community, is too remote to turn a profit year-round, and he has just dismissed the latest publisher's rep to turn up at his door, partly because her previous counterpart, an inconsequential part of A J's life when all is said and done, had died and he didn't know about it. He's lost his wife to a car crash, and he's not making that much money. Summary: Pleasantly heartwarming, but this tale of a bookseller and the building of his unusual family circumstance does spend too much effort preaching to the converted when it comes to praising other literature.Ī J Fikry is not having a good time. ![]()
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