All of us have our favorite places that we haunt to find comfort or to sit and just "think". My place is an old bookstore....the dustier and mustier the better! Since I was a young kid I loved books and often found myself a quiet place in a remote corner of the barn with one planted up to my nose.As I got older my mom and I found our favorite outings were those that took us to some bookstore hideaway that was often run by an eccentric gentleman and his cat! Mom would be involved in a heated discussion about current editions while I would be off looking for adventure in the over-crowded and dusty aisles of books...always looking for that special volume that would send me into yet another world of intrigue and derring-do!


What is even better is that soon this will become my hometown and I will able to visit often.
Dan and I are so fortunate that all three of our kids are avid readers and it has carried over to our grandkids. Books are the doorways to a never ending road of adventure, love, mystery and education....the ultimate gift you can give your mind!
I have to keep reminding myself of this as we finish packing the the 40th tote of books that we will be taking with us on our new adventure and move to Washington!
2 comments:
It is the hunt in the book store that is exciting. You never know what gem you will find. I hope you get to visit the store often.
Hugs Kay
I'm with you about books. I have tons in the house. My sister once told me I had too many books. I had no idea how to respond. One of my favorite finds was on a cart outside an old bookstore on a side street in Boston. It was Lord Moran's Diaries. Lord Moran was Churchill's doctor during the war. It started my love of anything about Churchill, which then led me to FDR and Eleanor, which led me to Teddy Roosevelt; and the adventure has been ongoing.
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