Lost in the Bookstore

Lost in the Bookstore

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Six books. Two days.

Nope, I didn’t read them, I bought them! It is a well-known fact, at least among my family members and close friends, to never, ever, enter a bookstore with me. If it’s a used bookstore, you should just stay home and pray I make it home for dinner. That someone else will have to cook because I’ll be way too tired to cook after looking through every, single, row of books.

I love bookstores. It doesn’t matter how big or small. Actually, I love to buy books almost as much as I like to read them. I recently switched grocery stores because the high-end store I was doing my shopping in had a paperback book section and I. Just. Couldn’t. Walk. Out. Without. A. Book. I know, this is a serious compulsion. Imagine if I weren’t already taking meds for OCD.

So, Friday, after taking about 50 pictures of front doors at the local Lowes because ours has lived out its usefulness, I drove across the street to 2nd & Charles. If you’ve never heard of it, 2nd & Charles is a used bookstore that moved into the stores vacated by Books a Million about 2 years ago. It’s a used bookstore mecca. I’m pretty sure I was there for at least 90 minutes, but I’m not entirely sure because I thought it was 3 o’clock when I walked in and when I checked my watch about an hour later it said 2:45. And,  yes, my watch was working just fine.

While there I ran into an older woman who was sitting on the floor filling her basket up with books by Cassie Edwards. I grew up on Cassie Edwards’ Native American and Time Travel books. My mom loved her stuff. (she may or may not have had a secret NA fantasy, but I’m not telling). Anyway, this woman had her basket and a little notebook with a list of each and every one of Edwards’ books on it. There were those little star stickers you used to get in elementary school next to each book she’d already read or owned. I couldn’t help thinking I was looking at myself 20 years down the road.

Anyway, I walked out, who knows how much later, with a Bella Andre’s The Look of Love, Maggie Stiefvater’s Shiver, Colleen Hoover’s Maybe Someday, Joshilyn Jackson’s Backseat Saints and a book for my husband (a Pearl Harbor novelization by Newt Gingrich). Also, a DVD I grabbed in the checkout line whose name I can’t remember and a bag to cart my goodies home.

This clearly wasn’t enough because Saturday we went to visit our lovely daughter away at college and I snuck away to the Barnes and Noble as they waited for the check following lunch. Obviously, buying books at B&N is much different then buying books at a used bookstore. First, I had a credit at the used store so I didn’t part with a single dime despite all my goodies. Second, I’m paying almost full price at B&N, though my membership helps a little.

I actually went in on a mission. Sort of. Naturally I had to browse through all the new books, if only to touch them and soak in that sound new books make when you first open them and they breath for the first time. Then, there are all the little ‘kiosks’ in between the aisles that you can’t ignore (I bought my daughter a Jon Snow bobble head to go with her Robb Stark one, brothers united at last!). Finally I made my way to the section I had planned on perusing when I first walked in: Young Adult!! I knew I wanted Christopher Pike’s Thirst because I have a friend who loved it and I had not even seen a copy of it, let alone read one. So, I grabbed the only one they had, gripping it tightly just in case I dropped it (ha!) and scanned all the new YAs. You might not believe this, but I actually picked up and put back quite a few books before settling on book 2 of the Shiver series. An owl bookmark later I had a bag with my new books and my family only had to wait about 20 minutes. I think.

So, there are a couple of conclusions you can take away from this: One, I love, love, love books. Two, when the zombie apocalypse hits I will be set for reading material. I’ll send hubby out to find food, I’ll get a Darryl Dixon crossbow, lay it at my side, and read away until I starve or get eaten. Either way, with my books I’m pretty sure I’ll go out happy.

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One thought on “Lost in the Bookstore

  1. When on vacation in actual towns (it doesn’t happen often, that’s why it is remarkable) my husband and I have two goals: bookstores and microbreweries. In Bellingham Washington (the best town for used bookstores I have ever seen) they achieved levels of superlative brilliance by putting a pub selling local microbrew IN A BOOKSTORE with a nice goateed man playing the guitar OVERLOOKING THE OCEAN. Seriously, this is a real place. It’s called Village Books and I worship it. Anyway, the two of us in a bookstore of any kind can take hours. Sooner or later we will meet up with a pile of books in each of our arms as tall as a small child, glance furtively at one another, mentally calculating how many books we can get the other to put back so we can take more of the book budget for ourselves (we’re bad people, and my husband reads non-fiction. That stuff is EXPENSIVE), and then we go to work weeding out the pile of prospects to what we will take home. Which is usually a stack as tall as a small child. Again. You don’t even want to see our storage unit. When we lived in the truck, we had the choice of getting $800 airbags on the rear suspension or switching me to ebooks. Now I own a Kindle, a nook, and an iPad (don’t look at me like that, they were gifts! I didn’t spend actual money on THREE ereaders. cough*and an ipod touch*cough) That would be crazy. The kind of crazy where your ability to budget goes out the window the second you smell the coffee beans and ink of a Barnes and Noble. Which is a kind of crazy I’m sure you know nothing about…

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