Stubbornly determined to master everything from Degas to diapers, Esme starts work at a small West Side bookstore to make ends meet. The Owl is a shabby all-day, all-night haven for a colorful crew of characters, such as handsome and taciturn guitar player Luke and George, the owner, who lives on spirulina shakes and idealism. The Owl becomes a nexus of good in a difficult world for Esme—but will it be enough to sustain her when Mitchell, glittering with charm and danger, comes back on the scene?
The Bookstore is a celebration of books, of the shops where they are sold, and of the people who work,
read, and live in them. The Bookstore is also a story about emotional discovery, the complex choices we all face, and the accidental inspirations that make a life worth the read.
I was frustrated by that and also by how gullible Esme was and did want to shake her at times.
I loved the bookstore that she frequented and eventually works in. The owners are unusual throwbacks from the hippy era, my feelings changed towards them during the book from not really being sure if they were genuine to liking them immensely. I enjoyed the various other characters surrounding Esme. There are few homeless people who help out from time to time in the store and a sad story attached to one of them.
The bookstore was described well and I could almost smell the books and wanted to sit inside and curl up with one. The sights and smells of New York are also very vivid.
I felt too many references were made to the art history and classic books. Not having a great deal of knowledge of either one I felt a bit left out, like the one at a party who doesn't get the joke but if you are well versed in the classics then you'll love this book.
I did enjoy The Bookstore maybe I'm just not clever enough to get the significance of the classical
At £1:99 for a kindle copy it's worth a read.