I love bookstores

An article about one of my favorite bookstores in NYC.

I love bookstores. I love the smell inside of a used bookstore, finding crevices between shelves to hide and read a little and, most importantly, the ability to walk around aimlessly and browse the shelves, finding something new to read.

Certainly with e-books, you can maybe be presented with hundreds of titles for you to choose from, but can you feel the same affinity for a book title the way you do with the way a book has presented itself in the bookstore? Think: the texture of the cover, the artwork, flipping to a random page and reading it. This kind of random book search is also so awesome when you're in a used book store where it's almost like a grab-bag of books to choose from.

I've heard the news that ever since the e-reader there are more people willing to read than ever before. That's great. But, what's so appealing about reading a book on an e-reader that people who distance themselves from print books would rather read on a screen?

Do yourself a favor, and read a book!

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...