The Bookstore Family (The Once Upon a Time Bookshop Stories)

by Alice Hoffman

She wasn’t ready to admit that there were times when a dream was better as a dream than it was in real life.

There are some things you must learn for yourself, and how to find happiness is one of them.

Every time a book is reread it’s entirely different depending on who the reader has become.

She had forgotten how books could open the world and make it seem brand new. She’d forgotten that if you accepted the fact that anything might happen, it actually might. You might find a coin on the sidewalk that could grant your wishes, you might drink coffee with a stranger and tell him the story of your life, and when you left you might buy a dozen more books, the ones you loved most, the ones you read when you were ready to step into another life, the one where it just might be possible to have an open heart.

Once upon a time I lived in a bookstore, I looked out the window and couldn’t see the beauty of the place, I couldn’t see it until I described it to you.

Death wasn’t a foreign country; it was the country we all walked past each and every day.

Sometimes the best thing is to hope for peace, and a view of the beach, and the people you love to be beside you.