After much rescheduling and postponements due to medical issues (dysautonomia flat out sucks, there is no pretty way to word it), I was able this week to spend an afternoon in my wonderland. Now from what I understand I am relatively odd in the female world in that I detest shopping for most things. Clothing shopping is torture, grocery shopping is a tedious and dreaded chore, and I am not one to get excited about collecting do-dads and thing-a-ma-jigs to decorate. In fact, I am most happy knowing that if it were necessary I could readily pack all of the belongings that hold importance to me into the trunk/backseat of a car and have no regrets. But there is one kind of shopping, one kind of store in which I can easily spend hours upon hours wandering in wonder and joy. I love their smell, their peacefulness, and their aisle upon aisle of pure magic.
A bookstore is a very dangerous place for me to be unsupervised because there are just so many BOOKS!! How do you ever pick just one?!?! I have my own personal strategy for visiting a bookstore. I first peruse the books on the big displays - the new releases, the big sellers, the mass market successes. Then I explore further. I seek out hidden gems that are tucked away and forgotten about, little treasures without the fanfare. I spent a good hour just breathing in the smell of new books, touching them, reading their potential, and seeking the ones that pulled at my heart. I visited the classics as I always do, but this time none of them called to me.
Perhaps it is the teacher in me, perhaps it is the child that refuses to grow up, but no visit to a bookstore is complete without spending time exploring the Children's section.
I flipped through some of my absolute favorites from childhood, and discovered new books that I would love to share with a class full of kids.
Once I had finally settled on my book....s...okay I confess I ended up buying 4 new books, a new journal in which to keep track of all the books I want to read and all my favorite books, new bookmarks for my new book, and an audiobook, what can I say?!?!? Hello, my name is Bethany and I am addicted to books. Anyway, once I had settled on my books, I went over to the coffee shop where I enjoyed a delicious chocolatey coffee treat and dove in to one of my choices.
I wish I could have spent more time at the bookstore, but I think my bank account is thankful that I had to leave to catch the bus after enjoying my coffee and book for a nice 30 minutes. Otherwise a few more books may have found a new home. ;)
Books are my wonderland, my escape, my journey through the world, my fountain of knowledge, my means of making sense of things that do not make sense. Words are magical to me. I think in words, I understand in words, I express myself in words, I imagine in words, I process in words, I find meaning in words, I discover truth in words. Words can change a life, can shape the future, and can alter history. So books, as the keepers of words, are very potent. I love being surrounded by their strength and beauty and passion. I love the vast knowledge and possibilities and perspectives and truths all waiting to be discovered. I love being surrounded by so much more than myself.
March 9, 2010 at 12:23 PM
LOVE this post, as usual!
March 10, 2010 at 10:43 PM
This post promotes a similar addiction in me. We were at a book store on Sunday. It.is.almost.sensual. Right. You mentioned smell. Ahem. Love your words.
Barbara
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