Recently I had the opportunity to browse for books in a nearby branch of WHSmiths. I have to say not my preferred venue for book shopping, but I had returned something to a local store before Christmas and asked the refund be placed on a gift card.
I entered the store and headed to the book area. I was disappointed. As I stood and looked at the shelves I became aware that this chain of UK newsagents and booksellers has lost its charm and I don't think it is going to come back.
The chain has long promoted the Richard and Judy Book Club and I noticed that there is now an iPhone application. When I got home I downloaded the application and had a look at the website.
I recalled the outlets the chain had at railway stations, usually on the platforms in old wooden and draughty huts, since replaced with the shiny new buildings in the station forecourts.
I also noticed that they still made the stamp packs I remember from my youth. Dare I say it, those were the days!
On that day, I returned home book less, which was a shame. There were books that caught my eye, but I was too concerned with the WHSmiths of my childhood.
I sat with a cup of tea and mulled over the memories and the wonderful moments I had exploring books and authors in my childhood that has, without a doubt shaped the prolific reader I became as an adult.