By Francesca A. Year 5
The bookshop was like a secret. It was waiting for me to enter and solve its mystery. It was hidden like a treasure, waiting to be found. Only special people can see it. It is as cozy as sitting in an armchair by the fire, covered in a soft blanket, drinking tea while reading a book. No one knows how it can be so cozy. You can feel it as soon as you enter.
The walls are wooden, like an oak tree. They are so woody that people think the bookshop is a thousand years old, like a forest. The flowering plants on the windowsill and on a few shelves are as beautiful and precious as life. They make the bookshop feel even cozier.
Every bookshop has a secret. A very precious one. And it is waiting for someone to discover it.
Will you be the next one?