There is a wonder to know that all these books belonged to people who thought they would like to read them, or actually read them and found they would probably never want to read them again and donated them to the event that gathers money for the hall committee. People walking down the narrow isles between the trestle tables and the books. Some of these people donated books and are now looking for others that they want for whatever reason. The books initially nicely compact on their edge with spines facing up on the tables, starting to lean as their support from the book next to them is removed and placed into someones green Eco friendly bag or cardboard box.
More and more people stream in through the door and the dealers and second hand bookshop owners come and go. Filling their bags with books, paying and taking them to the car and coming back again for another look or pick up those they had to leave due to lack of room in their carry bags or strength to carry to their waiting cars. These are much like bees gathering readable pollen or honey, taking it back to the hive and returning to collect more.
Most people are there to look for authors or books they have yet to find elsewhere, or books that will complete an authors writings, or just to pick up a years reading. The atmosphere is busy as eyes speed read the titles, and people pass or overtake one another, excusing themselves as they come in contact wait another in the aisle in their quest for the books they seek or for titles they may recognise. It is an environment of quiet concentration, and constant coming and going through the open doors. Everyone finds a few treasures.
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