This is a cosy independent bookshop with comfortable couches and a wonderful selection of books, but our last visit was so horrible that we will never be visiting again.
While I was browsing for books, my partner was quietly reading our two year old daughter some picture books on the couch when the woman behind the counter suddenly told him to stop. When he asked why, she said that it "wasn't story time" and told him that he was disturbing her customers' browsing, claiming that the last few had left without buying anything because of him. (There was no evidence whatsoever that this was the case.) My partner explained that he was reading to our daughter while I looked for books, but the shop assistant refused to back down. When I told her we weren't allowed to read her any more stories my book loving daughter was absolutely heartbroken and burst into tears. I'm not sure on what planet a wailing child is considered less disruptive than a child quietly listening to stories, but the shop assistant would not apologise or back down at all.
Given the shop assistant's behaviour and the nasty warning on the door about children causing damage to books I'm confused as to why they're stocking children's books at all. If you want to take your kids to an independent bookshop, go to Time Out in Mt Eden, the Dorothy Butler in Ponsonby or Unity in the city. Dear Reader might sell children's books, but actual children are clearly not at all welcome. read more