Sunkissed and freckled suited her frazzled did not.īut, today, someone had beaten her to her spot. She could pop out of her shop, sit by the river and read a good two, three chapters of her book, and be back inside well before the end of her break, the bridge of her nose turning pink from all the sun she was getting these days. Her favourite was a tiny spot of grass literally just outside of town, right by the bridge. Oh, arepas con queso…īut the best thing was all the wonderful places to read outside. A town filled with people who, for the most part at least, adored each other and were willing to pitch in and help a brand-new shop get off the ground, leaving the Nettle & Daisy bookshop with armfuls of books for everyone from tiny newborns right up to their abuelo who only liked books about fishing boats. The brilliant variety of animals, plants, and birds that she got to watch from her bedroom window – a toucan perched right on her sill the other day, eyeing her up as she did her hair before work. The slower pace of life (England was far too busy and, frankly, grey for her tastes). You can read more of my fic here.Įstelle had many ‘favourite’ things about living in the Encanto. Rounding out the trio of Thirsty Book People Who Have A Thing For Adorable Seers In Green ( and I blame you), we have Estelle The Bookseller’s side of the crush.