What people say.

I describe a person and Ceridwen hands me the book. It has worked eleven times. The wrapping in brown paper and string is the nicest thing on Glebe Street and it is free.

Ordered an obscure history book at ten past three on a Tuesday; text at nine the next morning saying it was in. Same price as online, and I got a conversation about it at the counter.

Three years in the fiction club and I have read things I would never have picked up and argued with people I now count as friends. Free, with wine from the café and Ceridwen refereeing.

The only café in Penarth where you can sit for two hours with a book you have not bought and nobody looks at you. The lemon drizzle is a public service. No wifi, which I needed.

Storytime is the highlight of our Thursday and Ffion is a genius with the under-fives. Four stars because the upstairs is reached by a steep staircase and with a buggy and a toddler it is a two-person job; they help, every week, and they are honest that the building is listed and they cannot change it.

Thirty-five chairs between the shelves and an author two metres away. I have been to a dozen; the poets' evening in the spring was the best night out I had all year, and it cost six pounds I got back on the book.