I love bookstores. New bookstores are great, but I truly love used bookstores. Slowly dragging a finger down a slightly askew stack of classics mixed with tawdry romances is my idea of living large. A couple of days ago we found a bookstore on the second floor of a commercial street, and as soon as we entered its cramped, wonderful space, I knew we were set for an afternoon of hide-and-seek with the perfect piece of writing just beyond our fingertips.
Except there were the kids. Yeah, they lasted about ten minutes – and that included eight minutes of whining. My sister read One Morning in Maine to one child, and the other was sated for a bit when he found Harry Potter.
But just knowing that bookstores like this still exist (with vinyl, too!), is good for my soul. And one our way out, I spied a room – easily the same size as the store – filled to the gills with more books. Oh! to sneak in there with a flashlight and find buried treasure!
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