Dreamseller: Turtle Creek Books
My secondhand bookshop trades in ideas, knowledge, and wisdom, often providing access to wonderfully word-crafted works that may inspire hope and provide solace.
Our trade can be as simple as entertainment and humour; a balm to the ravaged soul. We broker esoteric theories and the wondrously simple commonality of being human.
Many authors can be found here: Voltaire, Twain, Dickens, Vonnegut, Huxley, Darwin, Dawkins, Orwell, Virgil, and Danielle Steel. People turn to a secondhand bookshop to learn about gardening, about navigating a boat, how to save money, how to prepare vegan food, or how to delve into the infinite mysteries of the universe within and without.
A secondhand bookshop offers time — well spent, I think. Time that can heal and perchance aid in the fostering of dreams. Indeed, a bookshop sells more than books; it sells dreams.
Think on it, this marvelous chain — writer, publisher, wholesaler, retailer, dream-seller.
Sometimes it’s as basic as alleviating the boredom of a transit ride from work. At other times we help an older lover find a memory long forgotten; a recollection that will be welcomed back with the coy blush of youth. We cater to the individual down on their luck, perhaps providing some strength to continue and a roadmap to better their lot.
To the uninitiated, we provide initiation; to the unloved, love; to the uninspired, inspiration; to the collector, the collectible; to the unwanted, a sense of belonging.
Sometimes, we give away these books for free. Sometimes we make good money from these words, these dreams. But most times we make just enough to carry on. We are rich in books, words, ideas, and solace.
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