“We have a BWCA.” It was a text from Matilda, the bookstore cat and cataloger extraordinaire. The bookseller was still... Read More

“It’s not like that at all,” the bookseller said. He was seated at his desk, his elbows propped upon its clutter.... Read More

Christmas Day in the bookshop had a mystical quality about it. It wasn’t just that the building was an island in a vast ... Read More

“They won’t believe this,” the bookseller thought as the sleigh, now a tiny dot... Read More

Christmas was coming in the old bookshop. The bookseller felt as if the holiday... Read More

This is the conclusion of the cycle that began with Part 35. To read this cycle from the beginning, here are ... Read More