Grocery shopping is an inescapable chore.
Christmas shopping is an annual grind.
Bathing suit shopping is the stuff of nightmares.
they hold no allure for me.
But turn me loose in a bookstore
and I'll be content until my wallet empties.
Sadly, it will be harder
to indulge my addiction now.
In the many years I've lived in this area I've watched the rural loveliness be paved over and built up with strip malls. Row upon row of chain stores went up over night as the trees came down. Of all the numbers of there was only one I got completely excited about because we didn't have a decent local book store. Yes, I can order books on-line but I am one of those people who adored going over the remainders tables and finding surprises there. I've gotten some great books that way. I also loved searching through the shelves just to see what was there. Of course, there were times I'd go knowing exactly what book I wanted but more often than not I'd just go peruse and see what struck my fancy. More often than not I'd be far away from the best-seller tables. It was like digging for hidden treasure and I was rarely disappointed. I'm a great lover of biographies and memoirs and that section alone in this Borders could keep me searching happily for a long time. I'm very sad to see it go...though I think my bank account will be better off when the doors close the last time...