That’s Leonardo da Vinci.
Saw it the other night.
There are high school students here, walking about the shop. They always move so slowly, lean against the shelves to discuss something else. They examine books seriously, stroke the spines, put them carefully back.
I love that one.
That’s like my 6 year old brother.
Omg, that’s cool. Fiction.
What’s this music?
These girls tip their heads back to listen better.
Omg, what is it? My mum knows this music.
I know what it is. They played that at sports day.
I’ll look it up.
They were holding onto a Complete Shakespeare. Amazed at the size of it. They stare down at the cover. One girl swings the book gently, exaggerating the weight. She places it back and looks at it sitting there.
He wrote all this. I love this book. My mum will kill me if I get this. It’s like, what about your bedroom, like, all the time.
I know. It’s Sound of Music. I think, this music. I got a crate for mine.
Do you want to read this?
Omg, is that what Roald Dahl looks like?
I love him.
So do I. Did you read Witches?
I have to go.
Omg, so do I. I’m getting this next time.
I love this owl.
Then they leave. As they pass me, they say, thank you, thanks, thanks….and then they are outside and gone, floating away in the cold wind.