
I once had a
Red Telephone Box like the one pictured here. It was on the second floor landing of my Victorian in Berkeley. Not 'of the Victorian style' certainly, but I thought it was great. Even though I had bookshelves everywhere in that house, I used the phone booth for a phone! What a thought. Yes, Virginia, we actually had wired phones in those days. I loved my telephone box, but it and I went our separate ways. Had I but known.. or had I but thought... I would have lined it with bookshelves. You can never have enough.
So found this story particularly relevant. The
Westbury Book Exchange, came into b

eing in the U.K. It is a decommissioned BT phone kiosk in The Square in the village of Westbury-sub-Mendip, now a free book service. One brings pre-read books, leaves them on the shelves, and takes any other book(s) that appeals. Service is free and the kiosk is open 168 hours a week.
How cool is that!
Hat tip to
Noemi Levine.
1 comment:
What a great idea! I love it...and love those old British phone booths. :)
Elizabeth/Riley
Mystery Writing is Murder
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