I used to love bookstores. When I was younger, I could sit in a bookstore, pick up a book, and finish it in a couple of hours.
Now that I’m older, I want to at least carry it over to a table. Easier on the knees that way. I still love bookstores although now I’m just more wary of the people in them. And I tend to stay away from the self help and erotica sections. I do however, find it amusing that they’re usually side by side.
There is just something about all the books together, neatly arrayed by author and by subject. I believe it’s the idea that everything could have a place and be orderly. It’s something to strive towards, something missing in my own chaotic and cluttered life. For everything to have a place (and to stay in place) is a dream that I’ve yet to see come to fruition.
That and to have so many books in one place. Although admittedly, I could just go to the library and do the same thing. And it would end up being cheaper.
I did however, pick up a pulpy noir fantasy novel about a wizard in Chicago. Looks promising.