Brisbane, BookCrossing, Bookshops
Jul. 5th, 2008 07:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyringHere I am, half time in the big bookshop crawl of the Brisbane convention. Imagine a bunch of BookCrossers herded into a series of bookshops. Neesy, our guide, had a plan in mind. "We'll go to this shop, then that one, then this and the next," she said, showing us a map.
Hah! We'd disappear into a bookshop and after half an hour there'd still be a few browsing quietly and comfortably in the corners, while Neesy counted heads outside.
After a while, everyone was switching bulging bags from arm to arm, visiting autotellers, ringing spoiuses for more funds, organising rental trucks home. Oh, it was horriffic!
But fun.
Hah! We'd disappear into a bookshop and after half an hour there'd still be a few browsing quietly and comfortably in the corners, while Neesy counted heads outside.
After a while, everyone was switching bulging bags from arm to arm, visiting autotellers, ringing spoiuses for more funds, organising rental trucks home. Oh, it was horriffic!
But fun.
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Date: 2008-07-05 08:46 am (UTC)Borders in Brissie (perhaps everywhere) has a weird library system. I remember searching in vain for Jared Diamond's Collapse and asking an assistant. Without checking his computer, he said there were FOUR possible places it could be. He showed me all four, spread over two or three floors, and eventually found the book in a fifth! But at least I got it and he made the sale.