I love bookstores. I like the way they look and smell. I enjoy the kind of people they attract and
of course each book is an adventure all its own.
I see each post in this blog as
an individual adventure. It can be as
simple as a picture, yet I can read into it the back story, or see the artistry
of it and yes, even the feel of it. I
could easily spend hours, even days in a bookstore.
Libraries are a different animal. Sure, there is still the wide assortment of adventures, but the feel of the place is somehow different. Bookstores have owners. There is a personal commitment that permeates each shelf, the floorboards, and the stuffed chairs. And there is always a cat, appearing to sleep but keeping a twitching ear on alert with a gentle purr as the tinkle of the bell suspended over the front door suggests maybe someone has brought her a treat.
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