Pook Schib

‘MAGICAL READS’ "Some books wait to be bought. Others seem to wait for us. They sleep beneath dust and faded cloth, between forgotten printings and foxed paper, carrying the perfume of another century: oak after rain, old rooms, yellowed paper, the faintest trace of someone else's life. A handwritten name. A date. A pressed flower. A sentence marked in pencil by a hand that disappeared long ago. I have always been drawn to what time leaves behind: objects that have been loved, lost, overlooked, carried, and somehow survived. I am Alice, a poet, a collector, and the woman behind Magical Reads. I have never wanted to separate life from art. For me, poetry is not confined to a page. It is in the books I gather, the clothes I wear, the rooms I make, and the objects I choose to keep. Flowers drying between pages. A ribbon around an old volume. A beautiful table set for no reason. A walk because the light is extraordinary. A life composed with attention. This is the world from which Magical Reads was born: my literary cabinet, my collection of curiosities, my wandering through the margins of time. I find vintage books, forgotten writers, eccentric editions and literary oddities not because they are fashionable, but because they have presence. I collect the books that linger: the forgotten poem that follows me home, the peculiar volume that awakens a memory, the century-old novel that feels less like a discovery than a reunion. There is magic in holding something that has outlived its moment. A book can pass through a hundred years and still arrive warm with possibility. It can belong to a stranger and somehow become intimate. It can carry a name we will never know, a room we will never enter, a life we will never meet, and still leave something of that life inside our own. Old books are evidence that other people dreamed, were lonely, fell in love, lost people, waited for letters, stood beneath the same moon, and needed stories to make sense of being alive. Magical Reads is more than a bookshop. It is an extension of the way I see: literature, aesthetics, memory, beauty and chance. I am interested in living slowly, creating beauty without permission, dressing for oneself, candlelight and old perfume, poetry left open on a table, flowers beginning to fade, and beautiful things that make us feel more alive. Every book I choose carries something of my eye, my instinct, my imagination, my love of poetry, old-world beauty, forgotten stories, strange details and the melancholy of passing time. I don't want to sell you a book simply because it is old. I want to introduce you to one because it has presence: its cover catches the light, its pages feel like another weather, its story has remained awake, or it contains a sentence written for the person you are becoming. There is no hurry here. A quiet turning of pages. Dust in afternoon light. A hand resting on an old binding. A story discovered by accident, followed by the feeling that perhaps it was never an accident. Perhaps some objects have their own trajectories. Perhaps they move through the world until they reach the person who can see them. Perhaps books remember. Perhaps beauty remembers. That is the mystery I am interested in: not nostalgia for the past, but conversation with it; not collecting things to possess them, but allowing beautiful things to alter the way we live. A book can change a room. A room can change a morning. A morning can change a life. And a life, if we pay enough attention, can become a work of art. This is Magical Reads: my books, my poetry, my wandering, my way of looking at the world. A cabinet of literary curiosities for old souls, curious hearts and anyone who suspects that the ordinary world is stranger and more beautiful than we have been taught to believe. Come slowly. Look closely. Take your time. There are stories here that have been waiting a very long while. Perhaps one of them has been waiting for you." - Alice, Poet. Collector. Dreamer. …