Last December I was in London for holidays.
I love this city, I love walking all around its streets. I love take the tube, the bus and trying to discover unknown places. Well, I know. Foyles is not an unknown place. It’s a very very big book shop in Charing Cross Road.
I entered in this realm and I was enchanted by all that books everywhere and spread on five levels.
This morning I read a review … well, review is a big word considering the following sentence: “The book is not very good.” Stop. No reason that explain what book part is not very good, or better, why it’s not so great, maybe it’s so horrible that you don’t need to explain what don’t catch your taste.