Confession: Until recently, I had not visited my local independent bookstore.
I heart books. So why hadn’t I been to my local indie? I see it all the time, located just a door down from one of my favorite lunch spots, the Book House beckons me during many a lunch hour. I often promise myself I’ll come back when I have more time, to check it out, get lost in it. But I never had.
Then, this holiday season Sherman Alexie spearheaded “Indies First” and the whole bookternet was a-buzz with local writers hand-selling books at independent bookstores in their neighborhood on Small Business Saturday. I checked out the event’s website to see if any authors would be at The Book House. Alas, no one was scheduled, but I decided this would finally be the time I visited the store, regardless.
So, I did. I had some gift ideas in mind for family – maybe I’d pick them up there. As soon as I entered I delighted that it was just oozing bookishness and I wanted to grab a book off the shelf and just make myself at home for a while. But I didn’t, barely resisting; instead I perused the shelves, pouring over the wonderful hand-written recommendations for various books. This place was just wonderful – an untapped treasure, just down the road from my home. Perfection.
Confession: I bought 4 books. None were gifts. Whoops?
Buying four books in my first venture means I probably won’t be needing to go back there all that soon, but when I’m in need of some new paper volumes – to The Book House, I shall head. In fact, there’s another short story collection calling my name, one I’ll want a paper copy of, I anticipate another visit in my near future.
Do you visit your local bookstore? How do you like it?