She also mentions that there is a bookstore in Watsonville (finally) — Crossroads books, at 1935 Main Street. Yay! It’s lonely knowing that there are no bookstores between Elkhorn and Seaside. In fact, for the last several days I’ve been wanting to read some really good fiction (I’ve been reading a lot of non-fiction lately, for a writing project) — like maybe a mystery. So, I’ve done it. I went down to Crossroads Books and bought one of Ms. King’s books.
At home, I sat down on my front steps, facing the old oak trees and the little green vale, cumulus clouds billowing in the blue sky, and goats calling in the field, and began reading The Beekeeper’s Apprentice. And it looks like this will be a good one; it begins with the arrival of a mysterious old trunk on an editor’s doorstep. Having been an editor myself, of course I was hooked.
“I was fifteen when I first met Sherlock Holmes, fifteen years old with my nose in a book as I walked the Sussex Downs, and nearly stepped on him. In my defence I must say it was an engrossing book, and it was very rare to come across another person in that particular part of the world in that war year of 1915. In my seven weeks of peripatetic reading amongst the sheep (which tended to move out of my way) and the gorse bushes (to which I had painfully developed an instinctive awareness) I had never before stepped on a person.” — Mary Russell, from The Beekeeper’s Apprentice.