Gould's

bonus 050 - 6th December, 2020

People love the smell of old books, that musty, almost vanilla scent.

I do not.

When I was twelve, I went into Gould’s bookstore on King Street in Newtown with my mother. Newtown was my dreamland and I took solace in its dirty nineties streets, full-regalia drag queens and alterna-vibe that was so different from the suburban misery and bigoty-crush of th…