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== Room Descs == | == Room Descs == | ||
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== Atmospheric Inspiration == | == Atmospheric Inspiration == | ||
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| + | “Some bookstores are organized, more gallery than shop. Some are sterile, reserved for only the new and untouched. But not this one. This shop is a labyrinth of stacks and shelves, texts stacked two, even three deep, leather beside paper beside board. Her favorite kind of store, one that’s easy to get lost in.” ~ V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue | ||
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| + | “His hands were weak and shaking from carrying far too many books from the bookshop. It was the best feeling.” ~ Joseph Gordon-Levitt, The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories | ||
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| + | “People open bookstores because they want their souls back.” ~ Elizabeth Tallent, Two Women | ||
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| + | “Some had been held aloft tepid rose-scented baths, and thickened and warped with moisture. Others had child-like scrawls on the acknowledgement page, little fingers looking for a blank space to leave their mark. Then there were the pristine novels, ones that had been read carefully, bookmarks used, almost like their owner barely pried the pages open so loathe were they to damage their treasure.” ~ Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine | ||
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| + | “What is the sweetness of flowers compared to the savour of dust and confinement?” ~ Peter Ackroyd | ||
| + | “Second-hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.” ~ Virginia Woolf, Street Haunting | ||
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| + | Uppercasebooks1.jpg | ||
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| + | Uppercasebooks3.jpg | ||
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</gallery> | </gallery> | ||
Revision as of 14:06, 14 October 2022
Located in a quiet side-street in the sleepy neighborhood of Ashburn is a combination second hand books store and coffee house. It is owned by Heloise.
Room Descs
Uppercase Books
Underground Coffee
Atmospheric Inspiration
“Some bookstores are organized, more gallery than shop. Some are sterile, reserved for only the new and untouched. But not this one. This shop is a labyrinth of stacks and shelves, texts stacked two, even three deep, leather beside paper beside board. Her favorite kind of store, one that’s easy to get lost in.” ~ V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“His hands were weak and shaking from carrying far too many books from the bookshop. It was the best feeling.” ~ Joseph Gordon-Levitt, The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories
“People open bookstores because they want their souls back.” ~ Elizabeth Tallent, Two Women
“Some had been held aloft tepid rose-scented baths, and thickened and warped with moisture. Others had child-like scrawls on the acknowledgement page, little fingers looking for a blank space to leave their mark. Then there were the pristine novels, ones that had been read carefully, bookmarks used, almost like their owner barely pried the pages open so loathe were they to damage their treasure.” ~ Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine
“What is the sweetness of flowers compared to the savour of dust and confinement?” ~ Peter Ackroyd “Second-hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.” ~ Virginia Woolf, Street Haunting