TheBookshop

The Bookshop PENELOPE FITZGERALD Dedication To an old friend Contents Cover Title Page Dedication 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 About the Author Other Works Copyright About the Publisher 1 IN 1959 Florence Green occasionally passed a night when she was not absolutely sure whether she had slept or not. This was because of her worries as to whether to purchase a small property, the Old House, with its own warehouse on the foreshore, and to open the only bookshop in Hardborough. The uncertainty probably kept her awake. She had once seen a heron flying across the estuary and trying, while it was on the wing, to swallow an eel which it had caught. The eel, in turn, was struggling to escape from the gullet of the heron and appeared a quarter, a half, or occasionally three-quarters of the way out. The indecision expressed by both creatures was pitiable. They had taken on too much. Florence felt that if she hadn’t slept at all – and people often say this when they mean nothing of the kind – she must have been kept awake by thinking of the heron. She had a kind heart, though that is not of much use when it comes to the matter of se......