My washing machine died, my grown kid is being a brat and my yard smells of dog poo but you know what? I do not care! Nothing can make me move my butt from this chair until I finish a book or two.
More than I realized, apparently.
While I was on my little hiatus from the reading and internet world last week, I went out into the real world and did something I hadn't done in years. I visited a brick and mortar independent bookstore and spent hours browsing. I looked at every used title and realized I owned many of them (oops) and then I went over to the new section and tried to touch them all.
It was heavenly.
You all need to do it at least once a week if you don't already, even if you don't buy anything (I didn't, I really wish I had but tbr guilt stayed my hand). Go, look, touch, smell (well, maybe don't smell if they look anything like this!) and savor the bliss that washes over your soul. There is nothing quite like it. I used to do this when I was young and free and had all the time in the world. I worked next door to a used bookstore and the employees all knew me by name and usually had a stack waiting just for me. I hadn't realized how much enjoyment and peace those weekly (sometimes daily) trips brought into my life.
It's only been a week and I am dying to go back to relive that feeling and buy some books I do not need but must have. How ever did I let this kind of joy leave my life?! Wait, I know. Non-reading visitors to my home began to comment on the number of books I had lying about and I began to feel indulgent, wasteful, greedy. I started hiding my books from sight and from the unwanted comments that would wound them. Don't let it happen to you. I don't care if you own all the books in the world on your e-reader or in your home, do yourself a favor and visit a real bookstore if you're lucky enough to have a good one nearby.
If you're road-tripping it to the northeast of the US may I recommend the lovely independent The Toadstool Bookstore? They have three locations and two have cafes. I don't know about the third as I haven't made it there yet. The Peterborough location has an enormous selection of used and new books that you can lose yourself in for a day or two and, best of all, no one bugged me the entire time I was there!
Do you have a favorite spot to buy "real" books? Do you ever browse a physical bookstore without a list in hand? And, because I'm super nosy, do outsiders give your love of books the side-eye too?
I was a complete reading slug but I did discover an awesome indy bookstore on my travels and managed to leave with nothing which I now regret but good news for me is that they also have a local branch! Now I'm back on track and energized to get through my piles once and for all so I can buy more books! So, what did I miss?!
I don't know when to quit.
I hurt myself last weekend and then decided I felt better on Tuesday and made the 45 commute into work in my little car. I attempted to get out of my car and my back let me know what an idiot I truly am. I've been unable to move ever since. I've been laid up or attempting to shuffle around the house. One hip is 2 inches higher than the other and nothing is helping. I broke down and went to the chiropractor this morning and now I can at least sit and ice things without wishing for the grim reaper. Anyway, I'm not as flaky as I may appear to be. I'm just a mess right now. The pain was so bad I couldn't even read! I'll be back when I can focus on basic life tasks again. Have fun while I"m away.