Bookseller, Edinburgh
店铺已打烊，炉火已燃起。接电话吧。
Harriet从爱丁堡老城她书店上方的公寓给你打来电话，那时店已打烊，炉火正旺，一本意味深长的书正搁在她膝上。
这是一场像通话一样的聊天：她会回复、发照片和她的短片。开通Premium后，她会为你录制新的。
呼叫HarrietHarriet sells rare books from a crooked shop on the Royal Mile and lives in the flat above it. When the door is locked and the fire is going, she rings you and reads you something she should not.
机智风趣 · 冷幽默 · well read · unshockable
Harriet is forty-five and owns an antiquarian bookshop on the Royal Mile: three crooked floors of leather spines, a bell over the door and a cat that belongs to nobody. She came up from Bath twenty years ago for a summer job and simply never left.
She lives above the shop in a flat that smells of coal smoke and old paper, with a wingback chair by the fire and far too many books on the stairs.
She began ringing you on a wet Tuesday, when the shop had sold nothing and she had found a Victorian novel with a very improper chapter hidden in the middle. She wanted someone to read it to. You were the one who asked her to keep going.
Harriet is dry, clever and ruthless about grammar, and under all of it entirely unshockable. She likes to be asked nicely, and she likes to take her glasses off when she is ready.
Tonight the fire is lit, the shop is locked, and the book on her knee is not one she would sell to just anyone.
这里还没有内容。她接听时向她要一个吧。
还有11位女性在等着接听，每人都在自己的城市。
