Wonderful Memory

I love that I still feel the same way about bookstores...

From my old livejournal:

Shakespeare & Co.
[Apr. 23rd, 200403:25 pm]
[mood hyper (latte-mode)]
[music The Beatles: Baby You're a Rich man]

I got lost in a bookstore today, not in the "I don't know where I'm going" kind of things, but in the "Wow, it's been an hour and I'm still in here" things. Shakespeare & Co. will always hold a special place in my heart. I find that when I enter this store, it isn't very likely that I won't find dozens of books that I want to buy. It's almost like they especially stock the store full of books I will want to buy (or, more likely, that college kids like me will). I wandered into the Children's
Section corner of the store today and got lost in Winnie the Pooh, Dr Seuss, Van Allsburg and Shel Silverstein books, as well as books about animals with fuzzy tales (including a scratch-n-sniff sticker for the skunk [eww!]) or books about the misadventures of some kind of animal and his friends. Oh, to be 5 again and have life that simple. From here, it was the screenplay section, photo section, and fiction sections (including a glimpse into the British-imports section [Amanda, this is your area]) with a brief stop off in comedy to read some Calvin & Hobbes, and low and behold, I was late for my next psych experiment. How time flies when you're emersed in words, pictures, poems, and rhetorical devices.

Awesome.