Browsing leisurely in a bookshop, working my way from one interest or passion to another, is a luxury I rarely have time for now I have a 3 year old as well as a job. Occasionally, my husband and I, in some reckless desire to behave as we did BC (before child), torture ourselves by popping into Waterstone’s in Piccadilly.
The miles of books wink, whisper and call to us. Read me. Read me. Read me…
Ah, if only. As we make our way to the children’s department something displayed by the entrance or the stairs will catch my eye. Otherwise I rely on recommendations, reviews and Amazon.
We must be doing something right though, because Jack regularly asks to go to ‘the book shop’. He could spend hours looking at the books and demanding to be read to.
Luckily, they do have a small family room on the same floor, complete with changing table, loo and chair for feeding. For toddlers and adults in need of refreshment the 5th floor eaterie beckons.
The tables and chairs are not too closely packed so it feels quite relaxed, even when it is busy. The food is ok, but nothing to write home about. Then again, one doesn’t come for the food; one comes for the books. The staff are efficient and, sometimes, friendly.
Any minor shortcomings of the eaterie are absolutely forgiven for what it creates: the time and space to enjoy the books.
Stylishness: 4/5 (Come on, it is a HUGE bookshop, what could be more stylish?!)
Feeding Facilities: 3/5
Changing Facilities: 5/5
Overall rating: 18/25 ££