A Gift to Remember [antikvár]

Chapter 1She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain. Louisa May AlcottAnyone who says that money can't buy happiness has clearly never been inside a bookstore. And certainly not one like Chaucer's, Darcy Archer thought proudly, glancing around the gorgeous place she was lucky enough to work in.The space was snug and inviting, with a vaguely Dickensian feel to it by way of its floor-to-ceiiing hardwood shelves and filigreed gold signwriting above each section. The Victorian panelled bay window and festive-themed window display evoked old-fashioned storefronts of times gone by, as did the scroll-effect store sign hanging just outside the entrance.Catering to its well-heeled Upper West Side neighbourhood, the litde shop carried an eclectic mix of literature in a variety of genres, early edition classics as well as popular bestsellers