I find independent bookstores strangely comforting and as I found myself in my local bookstore back home with a friend, I was flooded with the memories that I spent in the bookstore with my friend. Growing up, I never imagined that I’d be the type to start sentences with the words, “Remember when…” but I now, I find myself starting to do it. I also find silences strangely comforting, too. I’m getting old, haha.
As I was browsing the racks, I found these two books strangely interesting. A New Literary History of America is a collection of essays and history about the things that made America what it is today, told in a linear chronological format. Pretty neat, right? Things to do with Books in Victorian Britain seems pretty interesting, too. I’m not sure if it’s a craft book or what since the cover has roses made from book pages.
I think it’s interesting and lovely how independent bookstores vary based on where they are. The local bookstore back at home, which are in the photos here, is different from the bookstore that I go to when I’m on campus, and I’m okay with it. I had the great fortune to go to my local bookstore as they were having a large sale. Sale? The word is music to my ears. I wanted to buy the hardcover version of The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides, which was on sale for only $8, but I decided against it. I think I’m feeling a little bit of the reverse of buyers regret (non-buyer regret?)… On that note, I’m feeling a little sad that I didn’t pick up the autographed copy Chang-rae Lee’s On Such a Full Sea when I had the chance at my local Barnes and Noble…
Have you regretted not buying a book? What’s your bookstore like? Do you have any good memories in bookstores?
