When I pull a secondhand book from a shelf and find handwriting in the margins, I feel the particular kind of curiosity that made me fall in love with bookshops in the first place. Marginalia—the underlinings, exclamation marks, date-stamped notes, grocery lists stuck between pages—can...
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New Voices
I always come back to small presses when I want to be surprised. They are the...
Reading Guides
I want to convince you of a small, delicious experiment: choose one single...
Interviews
When I started doing author interviews and scouring the small-press landscape...
Deep Reads
I first fell in love with restored annotations the way many of us fall in love...
When I started doing author interviews and scouring the small-press landscape for Storyscoutes Co, I quickly realised that the best route to discovering an overlooked voice often runs through the people who make books happen: small-press editors....
I first fell in love with restored annotations the way many of us fall in love with marginalia: by accident. I was working through a battered copy of a neglected early-20th-century novel in a secondhand shop when a slipped page revealed pencil notes...
I still remember the small thrill of picking up a paperback with a cover I didn’t recognise, reading the back blurb, and feeling certain I’d stumbled on something quietly brilliant. Too often, though, those pleasures are complicated by...
I found the paperback by accident — wedged spine-out between a gardening manual and a book on urban planning, its stickered price peeking like a small, mischievous flag. It was mis-shelved, the kind of discovery that makes a bookseller’s heart...
I’m often asked which small-press imprints are worth subscribing to—whether you mean a literal subscription that lands a book through your letterbox, a membership that unlocks special editions and pre-orders, or simply following a press so...
I still remember the first time an annotated edition made me see a book I thought I knew in an entirely different light. I had picked up a battered novel from a secondhand stall because it kept surfacing in the margins of other books — an author...
I love the peculiar thrill of finding a paperback in a charity shop that seems to whisper, “take me.” It might be a spine cracked at the wrong place, a dog-eared cover, or simply an author’s name I only half-remember. What I really love is how...
When I first began comparing translations as part of my work at Storyscoutes Co, I assumed differences would be obvious: one translation more literal, the other more fluent. What surprised me was how often the most revealing distinctions lived in...
I once found a slim paperback wedged between gardening manuals and a stack of local history at a tiny bookshop on a rainy Wednesday. Its spine was creased in a very particular way that suggested someone had loved it and then left it. The cover was...
I have always loved the small, delicious friction that happens when two books—separated by time, geography or reputation—begin to argue with each other on the page. Pairing an overlooked novel with a contemporary reply is one of my favourite...