I Love Used Bookstores
Used bookstores are comforting, homey, and endearingly shabby; yet at the same time they are mysterious. You never know just what you'll find, and questing through the shelves really does resemble a treasure hunt. (I mean, let's be honest... Who of us hasn't secretly dreamed of happening upon an old, scholarly tome of obscure knowledge pertaining to a favorite area of study? Or maybe a fascinating leather-bound volume offering a door into a stranger's interesting life, or into a new world altogether?) I understand that it can be difficult to find one certain book in used bookstores- and for that reason I am infinitely grateful for online used book sellers, like Abe Books and Powell's Books- but one of the wonderful things about used bookstores is that you find so many prizes that you never even thought to look for.
I like to call used books "pre-loved." They seem to have characters of their own, and tell more stories than the words printed between their covers. The names, notes and bookmarks that one sometimes finds add personality and zest. I love finding inscriptions and notations- their like little scattered leaves of someone else's life... Like tiny mirrors for scrying into the existence of someone who, through the pages of a book, has become connected to oneself.
I love the sights, smells and feelings that used bookstores offer. Add to that the joyous excitement of finding a new treasure, and it is easy to see why they are- in my opinion at least- one of the most wonderful places on imaginable. How could anyone disagree?