The other day as I was driving by a book store in Kansas City, my car veered off the road and I was compelled to go in. It's been too long since I have been inside the haven that is a local independent bookstore. Getting books from the library, or buying them on-line is so easy that I have forgotten what a wonderful experience it is to wander around a bookstore.
I love the "virtual exploration" of books as much as the next guy, and getting a free sample on a reader is great. But there is something about the smell of a bookstore, and the way that books are grouped in unexpected ways that just can't be beat. I had so much fun in the one in Kansas City that I went to two more in Lawrence when I got back to town.
I made extremely good use of my time during these explorations. I found one book I have been planning to buy, 2 that were on my "must check out" list, and one I had to pick up (and ultimately purchase) because of the cool cover. I have been sitting in front of this pile running my hands over the covers and the pages. Do you do that too? I like to see with my hands. It's been a problem my whole life.
The same day I came home with my 4 new books I also got "Can't we Talk About Something More Pleasant?" in the mail from my friend Joyce. I feel like a queen surrounded by luxury! Reading by the fire is on the agenda for the upcoming cold months. My neatly typed book reports will be coming shortly.