I finally visited the second hand bookshops in Maradana, though only fleetingly. It's been on my to-do list for a long time, and passing by, the floor to ceiling stacks of books beckoned. I browsed to my pleasure, though entering the shop seemed dangerous, given the precariously perched books. Imagine my delight at the piles and piles of Enid Blytons there, an author who has all but dropped off the vocabulary of young readers. The shop owner shook his head at the Adventures of Pip in my hand and kindly steered me in the direction of the Mills and Boons, at which I had to tell him, also kindly, that my brief interest in wild and fantastical sex stories (inflicted upon us all by our friend Meg) died back in Grade 12. He then brought forth an assortment of "girly" books, as well as box upon box of Tom Clancy, Wilbur Smith and John Grisham, which also provides an interesting insight into the current reader market.
I picked up the above thanks (or not) to the sheer marketing talent of one Palitha, who owned the shop and who deserves a post all on his own. I shall continue that after I visit his shop with my camera. The Mario Puzo above is for Gehan, who I really need to stop buying books for, given how hit and miss his liking of them are; the Grisham is for me, and well, the other two are for Palitha, because believe you me, I would never have bought a book called Hollywood Moon by myself!