I am not being dramatic when I say: I think bookstores may be my favorite place in the world. (Next to a beach, my bed and my grams house of course)
The first reason is that no matter how sloppy, fugly and mismatched I am, I will always, ALWAYS get hit on in a bookstore (shout out to borders on 33rd and 7th).
Now, I don’t entertain the men who hit on me, I politely reject them of course but its still an ego boost to get approached on the pick-up tip no mater how old, fugly, sloppy and married you are. You know it’s true!
The second and main reason is that…well bookstores are fun! (Did I sound like the biggest geek saying that? I know I did didn’t I. Ha!)
But to me, they totally are! They’re a magical wonderland of ideas and entertainment and hope. Its like a genie that will fulfill any wish you may have. Want to learn about fly fishing, there’s a book for that, want to escape into a whirlwind romance? Books for that. Need a good scare? You can get that too. Whatever your desire for the day you know your bookstore will provide. Every whim I have I can just go to that section and get lost for a little while. I love it.
The other day, I had a 2 hour break at a temp gig (I did notes for a bacardi’s focus group) and I went straight to Barnes n Nobles to kill a few minutes. I swear time flew so fast it was incredible. I must’ve browsed through 17,000 books though (give or take a few) and it was just so chillaxed and enjoyable. I could’ve stayed all day.
I only purchased one book though. (not a baby book, I was so strong!) I’m on a budget so my cheap self made a list to take to the second best wonderland…the library. No new book smell and feel, but boy you can’t beat the price!
Am I the only one who could waste a day in a book store? There’s gotta be some other bookstore freaks out there! …Right? …Beuler?