The cutest little book shop.

Today, I took a walk to my local shop. On the way back I clapped eyes on this shop next to the extra rough Fosters pub. I'd seen it before, it had been there for years, but I'd never seen anyone go inside, or mention it. Curiousity hit and I decided to go inside. As I approached, it was as if whatever I was seeing was multiplying more and more. What originally looked like a run down charity book sale, became (with closer inspection) the most amazing little book shop I've seen around here. Inside, were shelf after shelf of books ,some reaching the ceiling. There were new books, and books that looked as if they'd fall apart if touched. There was no one to be seen, a little door with a sign which read "enter if you'd like help or to buy", there were no cameras, just utter trust and manners.

Now, I am a curious creature. I want to travel, to find and consider different cultures, experiences, and being in a small village that produces locals who the majority would use words such as 'paki' and think a turban is the funniest thing. They're not racist, just incredibly small minded. Only some however, lets not label. But back to the point, being in a place like this only decreases inspiration and motivation for me. There isn't a place to just go and chill other than your home, no where to walk without a gang of youths getting there daily fix of proving they've got big dicks because they're 'hard'. Fuck off, it's bullshit.

This book shop is officially my favourite place in Polesworth. Possibly in Tamworth too.

I bought a book. It was £2.50 and is about poems that mark the time 1900-1942. Its got a rough green hard back cover, with gold writing and tinted brownish pages. Just a lovely size to carry in your palms.

Internet is amazing, but books are timeless.

"Here's an example from

A Butterfly;

That on a rough, hard rock

Happy can lie;

Friendless and all alone

On this unsweetened stone.

Now let my bed be hard,

No care take I;

I'll make my joy like this

Small Butterfly;

Whose happy heart has power

To make a stone a flower."

W.H.Davies