I wonder why it's the dross, like Dan Brown novels, that end up on Oxfam's shelves. Most of the time, in my small town, it's middle-of-the-road bland, shading into the utterly unreadable.
I know Oxfam have good, interesting donations because staff in the past have let me into the Inner Sanctum. Usually I'd leave with handfuls of books of the sort that somehow never get onto the shelves.
The new manager forbids this, but what happens to the good books?
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