The Lost and Found Bookshop

by Susan Wiggs

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The caption under the photo was a line from a well-known poem: Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

The caption under the photo was a line from a well-known poem: Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

her mother used to tell her that books were alive in a special way.

her mother used to tell her that books were alive in a special way.

He wandered in search of a past that existed only inside himself. He sought fields of flowers and towering cliffs that jutted out over the ocean and mountaintops that pierced the clouds.

He wandered in search of a past that existed only inside himself. He sought fields of flowers and towering cliffs that jutted out over the ocean and mountaintops that pierced the clouds.

Notes were not necessary when speaking from the heart.

Notes were not necessary when speaking from the heart.

Andrew’s private, selfish secret was that he couldn’t thank Dean Fogarty enough. The man who had broken his daughter’s heart had given Andrew a new purpose. Blythe had needed a way to provide for herself and her child. Andrew needed a fresh direction in life. Together, they had founded the bookstore, both energized by the prospect of creating a future for themselves and little Natalie.

Andrew’s private, selfish secret was that he couldn’t thank Dean Fogarty enough. The man who had broken his daughter’s heart had given Andrew a new purpose. Blythe had needed a way to provide for herself and her child. Andrew needed a fresh direction in life. Together, they had founded the bookstore, both energized by the prospect of creating a future for themselves and little Natalie.

As always, her mother was right. There was a book for everything. Somewhere in the vast Library of the Universe, as Natalie thought of it, her mom could find a book that embodied exactly the things Natalie was worrying about.

As always, her mother was right. There was a book for everything. Somewhere in the vast Library of the Universe, as Natalie thought of it, her mom could find a book that embodied exactly the things Natalie was worrying about.

You’re never alone when you’re reading a book,

You’re never alone when you’re reading a book,

watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.’”

watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.’”

gaslighted

scuffs,

A book would never betray you or change its mind or make you feel stupid. She took down The Once and Future King and found a marked passage: “The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails.”

A book would never betray you or change its mind or make you feel stupid. She took down The Once and Future King and found a marked passage: “The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails.”

Mom claimed she was an identity thief’s dream, because she always used the same codes and never changed them. She used to say it was because she had nothing to hide and couldn’t remember codes and passwords anyway.

Mom claimed she was an identity thief’s dream, because she always used the same codes and never changed them. She used to say it was because she had nothing to hide and couldn’t remember codes and passwords anyway.

Mom used say, “To find out who you are, remember who you used to be.”

Mom used say, “To find out who you are, remember who you used to be.”

Sometimes you have to let the right book find you, Mom used to say.

Sometimes you have to let the right book find you, Mom used to say.

“Blythe and I started it with a treasure we discovered in the basement—a box of antique books. And that was how the Lost and Found Bookshop got its start.” His brow furrowed. “The business is in trouble again because of the modern world. People are watching nonsense on their phones and ordering books online. If that keeps up, places like this might cease to exist.”

“Blythe and I started it with a treasure we discovered in the basement—a box of antique books. And that was how the Lost and Found Bookshop got its start.” His brow furrowed. “The business is in trouble again because of the modern world. People are watching nonsense on their phones and ordering books online. If that keeps up, places like this might cease to exist.”

Mary Lennox

The Secret Garden is a novel by Frances Hodgson Burnett first published in book form in 1911, after serialisation in The American Magazine (November 1910 – August 1911). Set in England, it is one of Burnett's most popular novels and seen as a classic of English children's literature. Mary Lennox is the protagonist.

She was not just saying that. She was finally remembering who she once was and what she loved, and it was more than a geographical change. She had come home to that person, the one who still remembered how to find something to feel hopeful about—her grandfather’s smile and the way his scarf fluttered in the wind. Kids and dogs playing in the park. The view from this small hilltop.

She was not just saying that. She was finally remembering who she once was and what she loved, and it was more than a geographical change. She had come home to that person, the one who still remembered how to find something to feel hopeful about—her grandfather’s smile and the way his scarf fluttered in the wind. Kids and dogs playing in the park. The view from this small hilltop.

“I simply wanted to tell you that this is the best thing you could have given me for my birthday. To know you’re able to be happy is all I need right now.”

“I simply wanted to tell you that this is the best thing you could have given me for my birthday. To know you’re able to be happy is all I need right now.”

infinity scarves,

couture

cheval glass,

cheval glass,

de grifo

de grifo

toothsome

the small, deceptively innocent-looking berries of deadly nightshade. “That one’s a favorite in murder mysteries,” she said. “Supposedly ten berries will kill a person. The poison’s called atropine.” “The name comes from Atropos, one of the three Fates,” Peach said. “Oh, now you’re showing off again.” “What good is knowing stuff if you can’t use it? Atropos was a bitch of a Fate. She could take you out by cutting the last thread of your life’s tapestry.” He made a snipping motion with his hand. “I’ll steer clear of her.”

the small, deceptively innocent-looking berries of deadly nightshade. “That one’s a favorite in murder mysteries,” she said. “Supposedly ten berries will kill a person. The poison’s called atropine.” “The name comes from Atropos, one of the three Fates,” Peach said. “Oh, now you’re showing off again.” “What good is knowing stuff if you can’t use it? Atropos was a bitch of a Fate. She could take you out by cutting the last thread of your life’s tapestry.” He made a snipping motion with his hand. “I’ll steer clear of her.” I never knew where atropine got its name. Fort me it was always just atropine. = part of a pre med cocktail.

“I’ve always thought you can get to know someone by the books they love.” “Can’t hurt.” She chose a Clairefontaine notebook and pen.

“I’ve always thought you can get to know someone by the books they love.” “Can’t hurt.” She chose a Clairefontaine notebook and pen. What happens when you begin aggressively downsizing your library?

She now understood Blythe’s devotion to the store. Unlike men, books were easy. They filled you with all the emotions in the world—joy, dread, fear, hurt, gratification—and then they came to an end. People were different. Unpredictable. Impossible to manage.

She now understood Blythe’s devotion to the store. Unlike men, books were easy. They filled you with all the emotions in the world—joy, dread, fear, hurt, gratification—and then they came to an end. People were different. Unpredictable. Impossible to manage. The ghallenge of striking a satisfying balance between books and life.

“the French vice”

Drawing is a way to make sense of the world in my heart and mind. I speak through my drawing and sometimes I discover my own feelings that were hidden from me.

Drawing is a way to make sense of the world in my heart and mind. I speak through my drawing and sometimes I discover my own feelings that were hidden from me. Photography can be the same.

hauteur.