In small shops, she often quietly tucks herself away in a corner to read – and then, when I call her to leave the shop with me, the assistants will intervene and beg me not to disturb her further. “Look at her, she’s reading,” they’ll whisper to me, in a tone of wonder
The shop assistants are begging a child to sit there potentially ceasing a book they’re reading for free like it’s a public library? My arse.
And what sort of bookshop is awed at seeing people reading? Isn’t that kind of the point of them?