R, like me, is a bookworm. But R, unlike me, runs a bookshop. I went there yesterday. For the first time, the first of the month, on the day I always start a new language.
The books in R’s shop are used and cheap. The shop’s strongest point is attracts certain books. Specifically, the place acts as a magnet for books written in a foreign language.
Basho’s Narrow Roads of the Far North and Siddhartha in Dutch, anyone?
My best buy, however, was a hardcover copy of Barry Rotter and the Stone in Norwegian.
Thai, Arabic and Maori must wait!