Rumour was the house belonged to hoarder sisters and the heirs could think of no cheaper way to clean it out than sell off the contents a book or a box of books at a time.
It was also whispered that people disappeared among the toppling, disorganized, multi-personae, mess of words, sentences, paragraphs lining hallways dead-ending into tiny rooms stuffed with romance, poetry, sex manuals or cook books.
Select clientele knew the bookshop was a portal to alternative dimensions and universes, and as you know, portals are messy, disorganized, uncontrollable places.
The title is inspired by Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. I don’t know the location of’ Glen Noble’s picture, but reminds me of two old bookstore haunts of mine. I miss them – I haven’t been to a place like this in far too long. (Another 3 sentence TLT!)