Book Bores....

Farnham Malting impressive frontage

Just because the people of Tonbridge aren't queueing up every day outside Mr. Books to buy the latest James Patterson of a first edition of Our Man in Havana by Graham Greene it doesn't mean that I can't sell any books you know. There's always this thing they call the interweb and the there's the more pleasant,  traditional ways such as book fairs. In fact only last Sunday I exhibited at the Farnham book fair, held in the wonderful Farnham Maltings building which, as the name suggests, is an old maltings which has been converted into an arts centre and general venue for largeish events. About fifty booksellers all crowded together to to flog their weird and wonderful wares and bore each other to tears about how they missed that near fine (that's bookseller jargon) signed copy of Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children which they'd seen at a boot fair for twenty quid (in their dreams!) and how e books are slowly killing the book trade. Great way to spend a Sunday though amongst like minded people. Keeps me off the streets at least and I managed to make enough money to feed the family for another week or so!...