ABSTRACT
When such a child is three, he maybe goes with his mother – even with his father sometimes, for his father has the sort of job that allows him to give time to his child – to a children’s bookshop. For this child’s family lives in a district that has a real dedicated children’s bookshop in it – not a stationer’s, or a tobacconist or a supermarket with a rack of paperbacks, nor a Woolworths, but a bookshop; and if they don’t, then his mother or father will take him to a bookshop in a car or bus, because they know where bookshops are, they are used to them, and enjoy themselves and relax in them.
