I know the joy of reading ebooks.
You don’t have to be a huge fan of them, and the stories they contain are so well-crafted, they feel more like stories you’d hear in a literary journal than a book.
I’ve read some of the best books of the past decade and some of my favourite authors, and I’m sure there are others.
But when I look at a book, there’s a feeling of nostalgia, and a certain sense of excitement that I get from seeing the author’s face on the cover of a book as he writes about the world.
If you’ve got a spare £5 or £10, you can buy a book of your own.
There are a lot of good bookstores in India, but there’s nothing like one in London.
There are a handful of great Indian bookshelves, and there’s always a bookshop that has something interesting going on, whether it’s a big bookstore with stacks of books or a small bookstore that sells just a few books.
The thing that keeps me going is the feeling of belonging.
In many ways, books are my way of connecting to the world and sharing my life with other people.
There’s a sense of community, of belonging, of community that’s hard to find elsewhere.
I’m lucky enough to have my own bookstore in London, and this is how I make ends meet.
I get paid, I do a bit of travel and I make a bit.
You can read my full review of Chuck E. Barker’s ‘The Devil’s Backbone’ at Amazon.com