The Bookstore

My heart skips a beat, my eyes are scanning every corner, my legs, want to run and explore. Oh where do I start, where am I drawn to, who is calling to me.


The possibilities,

The adventure,

The happiness,

The sadness,

The thrilling,

The torturous,

The colours,

The sizes,

The cheap,

The expensive.

I am in my own world when, I go into a................................BOOKSTORE.

A bookstore is where I could very easily spend the whole day. It soothes my soul when I get to explore a book store.

I had a text the other night from a girl friend to say that Borders and Angus and Robertson had gone into voluntary administration. See she knows how much I love bookstores and books. She listened to me rave on and on when Apple bought out the IPAD, it made me sick to think that people would rather read a book on their computer. I know it is a sign of the times, that nothing stays the same, convenience, they are cheaper, that you can have access to any book in the world that you would like.

I say SO WHAT. How can anyone replace discovering, a book that is calling you to read it, to flick through, to have a real “feel” for the book , to run your hands along the shelves, to have a peek into all the nooks and crannies, to open yourself up to see what treasures you can find.

How can you replace sitting in your garden, lounge room, bed, car, train, aeroplane, or beach, with a beautiful book, the heaviness of it, the pages that are tangible and you turn almost unconsciously as you are so engrossed in your book. Eventually putting up on a book shelf and being proud of all the books that you have read, the emotions that they stirred up in you. The adventures that you had while reading them.

None of this can be replaced by a computer.