It’s a crime . . .
We have lived in Sheffield for twenty years and until yesterday I have managed to avoid going to Meadowhall, Sheffield’s vast out of town shopping centre, except one occasion when I had to take our elder daughter to get some shoes not available elsewhere. Yesterday it was a similar story and I went with our younger daughter. At first I was pleasantly surprised. It didn’t seem as crowded as I remembered – apparently it’s worse on a Saturday -and I even spotted a Waterstones. But my pleasure was short-lived. When I actually went in, it was tiny. They didn’t have the book I wanted: too small to stock it. I did buy Michael Connelly’s latest, available half-price, but my prejudices were confirmed. Meadowhall is a temple to consumerism, mostly clothes and cheap jewellery – there is an M & S the size of a small country – yet it can’t support a decent-sized bookshop. It’s a shame.