P.S. Bookshop

On Saturday Valerie and I took a really crazy journey through Brooklyn.

Long story short, we started around the Brooklyn Bridge, got some ice cream, saw some beautiful (and some really trashy: I'm talking fake tans and hot pink dresses) wedding photos being taken, then walked around the naval yard, and walked through two ethnic neighborhoods, and miraculously found ourselves at Choice bakery after 1.5+ hours of walking. Whew. But then, of course, there was more walking to Prospect Park and around and...

...somewhere along the journey, while we were trying to get to Williamsburg (we never made it), we found this wonderful little bookshop called P.S. Bookshop. It was your quintessential NYC independent bookstore. It was huge and filled with cheap books.

Valerie and I must have stayed their for an hour, just looking at the books mindlessly because the sheer beauty of the rows and stacks of the old and new and paperback and hardcover books took out breaths away. Even better, there was a nice lofty couch, too.

Give me a great bookshop where I can just sit and read and buy hardcover books for $5 (none of that $15 paperback book crap), or give me death!

"I wish I were as beautiful as this book," says Valerie.

Those books were pretty beautiful, especially the hardcover book of poetry she bought that was published in 1956. AWESOME. I would've bought some pulp fiction, but they were all so expensive...