It’s always a shame to have to report a bookshop closing its doors for the last time but sadly its happened again, this time to my favourite second hand bookshop in Nottingham, Jermy & Westerman which ceased to be the last weekend.
I wonder if my continued support would have helped, had I not been abroad for the last year and a half, which in turn fuels my need to support the remaining bookshops when I have some spare Sterling. A noble excuse for being a book junkie but the mutual enablement is pitched perfectly.
Despite being a small book space with only two floors and a few rooms there were always plenty of good books on offer over a variety of subjects. In fact being a regular I noticed there was a regular turn over of stock, to cater to the needs of the obsessive.
Situated near my old apartment in Nottingham, I always remember the happy days when I would set out with excitement over future purchases. First wandering by all the student houses, heavy in the air was the scent of Cannabis, then through the Arboretum, and turn left on the main road and look for the sign outside, as the exterior always seemed hidden when in reality it wasn’t.
Walking through the doors was always exciting, a quick decision to make, start upstairs or down. Upstairs always won, and it was straight to the travel and history sections before wandering through to the politics and children’s shelves. Sci-Fi and philosophy on the way back down and finishing off with the fiction on the ground floor.
Not only was it a great place to browse and enjoy thumbing through old tomes but it was also peaceful, and always yielded up plenty of bargains over the course of my traditional route. Inevitably though people choose to buy online or choose the infernal e-readers over the real thing and another treasure trove shuts its doors for good and another community is less richer as a result.