Bookshops
The comfort of curling up with a violent thriller
When post-natal depression descends, Lucy Mangan describes reaching for Lee Child, finding catharsis in his no-nonsense villain-bashing
The rise of the competitive book list
I’m a hopeless technophobe. I dislike the stylish laptop I’m using and its subdued pad pad pad. I still long…
Who steals books?
At my shop, it seems to be everyone from students to organised professional gangs
The lost pleasures of reading a proper newspaper
The internet is a frighteningly efficient place for hunter-gathering – but the pleasures of undirected browsing are harder to find online
The bookshop and the bump
‘You are like my cat.’ So I was told when eight-and-a-half months pregnant, just before going on maternity leave from…
