

I must confess, I borrowed this from Libby under the impression that it was going to be a cozy fantasy novel (I was looking for Isabelle Nagg and the pot of basil) BUT in some respects this worked out very well because this was completely delightful and I probably would have passed it by if I‘d stopped to read the blurb.
This is a collection of anecdotes from Oliver‘s time working as a antiquarian bookseller in London.