Books. It has been a while since I have browsed new titles and flipped through pages of pure unidentified art that pours from the heart. I miss working at Barnes and Noble with the smell of the trade paperbacks. The stacks of books ready to be shelved and sorted. The craft section books always falling off the shelves on my toes. I even miss the silly questions people would ask. " HI! am looking for a book. It is green and it is a New York Times Best Seller. It is about this thick..umm..not sure who it is by. "
The smell of used books have a different but pleasant smell...like the used bookstore that we have in downtown Salem.
The bookstore is filled to the brim with books.
You can't even really move without the fear of knocking over books. There is a tiny slot in the slew of books to hand your money through. It is tucked away on one of those cobblestone streets like we have in New Bedford. It is worth every minute of searching for a new read. It is really a nook. The tumbling towers of hardcover and paperbacks make this little shop unique. They also have old copies of classics that still have written notes in them -maybe passed down to someone else. The creased pages and folded edges. Coffee rings. I need something new and inspiring to read. Something that will change things.
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