''Peculiarly hilarious!'' - William Gibson
''Every page is a pleasure'' - Lindsey FItzharris
''Utterly charming'' - Tom Holland
''Laugh-out-loud'' - Garth Nix
''A must read'' - Fergus Butler-Gallie
''Brims with self-effacing charm'' - Caitlin Doughty
''Unfortunately I have mislaid the book in question'' - Neil Gaiman
Welcome to Sotheran''s, one of the oldest bookshops in the world, with its weird and wonderful clientele, suspicious cupboards, unlabelled keys, poisoned books and some things that aren''t even books, presided over by one deeply eccentric apprentice.
Some years ago, Oliver Darkshire stepped into the hushed interior of Henry Sotheran Ltd on Sackville Street (est. 1761) to interview for their bookselling apprenticeship, a decision which has bedevilled him ever since.
He''d intended to stay for a year before launching into some less dusty, better remunerated career. Unfortunately for him, the allurin
