For years, I've almost exclusively purchased books online.
Browsing a bookstore with two young distractions – I mean children
– can be irritating.
Last week, my daughter asked me to go
into a bookstore with her and her brother. Silly me...it had been so
long, I was delighted to say yes.
I’d forgotten how much I love
bookstores…. My quiet tread on the noise-swallowing carpet. The
scent of paper. The front covers seducing me to read the backs. The
descriptions on the backs even more enticing.
That there are so many ideas, so much
creativity out there, so much information. So many opportunities to
escape from the real world.
In minutes, I wanted to buy twenty
books, and that was without being able to fully comprehend the summaries since I was interrupted by my distractions’ questions
every thirty-five seconds.
That the Erotica section was next to
Science-Fiction did not help matters any.
No, honey, I don’t know why that
lady wearing only black lacy panties has handcuffs on. (Public
nudity is not verboten here in Germany.) Kids, let’s be
moving on….
It turned out my daughter
wanted to buy a diary with a lock on it. The only versions available
were too girly for her taste. Unable to concentrate, I left that
bookstore without making a purchase.
But one thing stayed with me as I
walked out: a feeling of emptiness. A trip to a bookstore –
without the purchase of a book – is a sad thing indeed.
but you went! remind me to tell you about a link for English bookstores in Europe. are you on FB btw?
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm on FB. I just searched unsuccessfully for you. I think it'll be easier for you to find me. There are more people with your name than with mine ;-)
Delete