I have to admit: I’ve been on a bit of a book buying tear.
After not buying books for the first months of 2017, I have bought 5 in the last month. It all started on Independent Bookstore Day when I took a ride out to one of my favorite shops and walked away with three books: Colson Whitehead’s The Underground Railroad, Emily St. John Mandel’s Station Eleven, and Lindy West’s Shrill.
Of the three, I’ve already read Shrill and I absolutely adored it. The book of essays – which toes the lines between funny and serious – was truly a wonderful read. West’s asides, musings, and watchful eye were exactly what I needed at the moment I read it (don’t you just love when that happens?).
This weekend, I caught up with an old friend (and lovely librarian) for brunch that included wonderful conversation (both bookish and not), Strawberry-Rose Lemonade, and breakfast food (burrito for me; omelet for her). We spent a few moments lusting over everything in Anthropologie before moving onto the most important part of the day: perusing an independent bookstore.
We spent time looking through a bookstore that like the Tardis was (much) bigger on the inside. The store looked small and intimate from the outside but once you step inside it is a labyrinth of shelves and even a second story. I was immediately smitten.
The shelves, which were almost up to the surprisingly-tall ceilings, were overflowing with books, and the store had that perfect smell for which this blog is named: worn books. It was the type of place where I would have wanted to curl up in a corner with a stack of books. I could have run my fingers along the book spines all day.
It took a little while but I ended up with two books I’ve been wanting to read (and have picked up and put down at other bookstores): Kristopher Jansma’s Why We Came to the City and Ann Patchett’s Commonwealth. Welcome to the family!
P.S. Three of these books were on my top books of 2016 that I would read in 2017. Take that, reading goals!
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What books have you bought recently? Have you read any of these books? Do you also lust of everything in Anthropologie? Please tell me I’m not alone, okay?