I figured I would need a book to read on the road the next weeks, especially on monday’s 11 hour long bus trip to Sydney, so yesterday I went to one of the used bookshops in Camberwell to see if I could find a good one.
Browsing through dusty old bookshops, with nothing in particular on my mind is pretty enjoyable, just looking through shelves with hundreds of books I’ve never heard of. Sometimes there might be a special book I look for, but mostly I just browse randomly, looking for interesting titles or books from authors I’ve heard or read about somewhere.