
My very first job - a Saturday job - was in a book shop. Sort of. It was half books and half stationery and the evil manageress didn't trust me near the books. I worked from 8 until 6 with half an hour for lunch and two fifteen minute breaks and was paid £10. (Obviously this was in olden times.) After I'd got the sack (for failing to turn up after travelling to Birmingham for a Bros concert. What?), I started working in John Menzies.
Not only were the pay and conditions better, they allowed me to work in the book department. I remember filling a remainders basket of books for 50p and saying to a colleague, "Can you imagine how sad it would be if you'd written a book and then saw it in one of these?" She looked a bit startled for a moment and then bent double with laughter. Not a writer then. Or perhaps she was...
Once I turned 18, I moved to London and did many different jobs. At one point I was working in a music industry accountants during the day, as PA to a couple of household names (seriously) and an Abba tribute band (seriously) in the evening, and in a remainders book shop at weekends. The book shop was my favourite. Hardly anyone ever came in so I just got to read all day. I couldn't quite believe I was getting paid for it. It couldn't last (the shop closed down).
But a few years, many more jobs (usher at Wembley stadium, various record companies) and a move back up north later, I got a job in Waterstone's. I was thrilled. I loved talking to the reps. I loved getting the proofs. I got overexcited when The Bookseller arrived and I never stopped doing a little wiggle of joy when the book trolleys rolled out of the lift. I loved the customers (okay, most of them) and loved giving recommendations and getting recommendations, even if they were almost always for Maeve Binchy. It was the best job I'd ever had.
Once again, I couldn't believe I was getting paid for it. The problem was, I just wasn't getting paid very much. In fact, not enough to live on. I held out as long as I could, but eventually had to go back to an office job where, thankfully, I started taking my writing a bit more seriously and eventually was able to leave and write full-time (if you can call it "full-time" if you spend most of the day on Twitter).
For as long as I can remember I've loved books. And now I've written one. I've always loved working in book shops and now my book is going to be on the shelves. On the shelves of shops that I've worked in myself. I'm just hoping it doesn't end up in that 50p remainder bin...
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Della Says: OMG!
, a novel for young adults
by Keris Stainton, is published on May 6th.
'Della’s over the moon when she kisses her long-standing crush at a party – but then she discovers her diary has disappeared...
When scans of embarrassing pages are sent to her mobile and appear on Facebook, Della’s distraught – how can she enjoy her first proper romance when someone, somewhere, knows all her deepest, darkest secrets'
Keris' visit here is part of her blog tour. In fact this is the very first leg. You can see a full list of tour dates and locations here. The next stop will be at the lovely website of Caroline Smailes.