There's no doubt that I judge a book by its cover, as well as it's title and thickness. After all, there has to be some sort of heuristic employed to keep me from picking every book off the shelf one at a time. Side note: that doesn't sound like a bad way to spend a day. For me, the bookstore isn't just a purchasing domain, it's an experience. The smell of the printed word. Getting lost in my own world as I peruse a few pages; sometimes that has a tendency to lead to a few chapters. Hearing the hushed tones of other book mongers around me.
My family used to drive a half hour to the nearest Borders store (may it rest in peace) when I was a kid. We would all walk in and out of the front door together, but that was the only interaction I would have with them for hours. There was no sense of urgency in these trips. We left when the last person was ready to make a purchasing decision. Until then, you contented yourself with your surroundings. Clearly that was not an issue for me. I've had my nose stuck in books for my entire life, and until the past couple of years they weren't digital. So, yes, I have bookstore nostalgia. And you'll never find me giving up on stocking my bookshelves.
Post a Comment