I went to the bookstore today. I’m going to admit something straight up here: I love new books. That’s why I went to Barnes & Noble instead of a used bookstore today.
I actually wanted to go to this adorable little indie bookstore in town called Book ‘n’ Brush
. I think the owner is a genius for combining the oft-ignored link between love of literature and love of artistic creativity. It’s beginning to be a little more than cliche for a bookseller to go for the coffee/book angle.
Anyway, I ended up going into Olympia to hang out with Missy and Mea, my sil and niece. Now, there is no shortage of used bookstores in the Olympia area — I’m not sure how many there are now, but I think I can count at least 8 off the top of my head that I knew of while I was growing up in the area. There’s also plenty of stores like Target, Kohls, Costco, Fred Meyer and the like — places that all have a bookish section of the most recent best-sellers, but no in-depth selection.
I was in the mood for a real bookstore today. A place where I could browse through stacks and piles of freshly printed pages and look at beautifully rendered, unmarred cover art. I wanted to admire and salivate and dream of a day when my work might grace the shelves.
Of course, first thing when we walked in, Little A had to use the restroom. So we hurried back, but on our way, my eye was snagged by Diana Peterfreund’s Rampage
, of which I’d just read a review on this
very funny author blog. So I grabbed that. Then as I was walking away, I saw the sequel to Evernight
, by Claudia Gray, and I did a sort of squeal and dance move right there in the aisle, until I realized that I was being ridiculous and I couldn’t buy both hardcover books today, because that would be just too expensive.
(I later ended up buying two hardcover books anyway, but who’s counting?)Missy and Little A managed to drag me away from my anguished contemplation — killer unicorns or vamp lit that’s actually well written? — and into the kiddy section, where I pored over Halloween books for Little A. I don’t know why, but I always end up buying him books around the holidays. It’s some sort of reflexive reaction — it doesn’t matter what holiday it is, he gets a book.
Anyway, this year he picked out Clifford’s Halloween
. I scanned the pile for Tilly Witch
, which I’d gotten from one of those Scholastic book fairs when I was in grade school. It wasn’t available. I miss that book, it was cute.
Eventually, we meandered our way up to the checkout, grabbing a calender on the way. Once there, I saw Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, which I’d just finished reading last week. Of course I had to buy it — Gaiman is beyond awesome. I once owned a book of his short stories, Smoke and Mirrors, but I was silly enough to lend it to a girl in my English class. She moved to some state in the midwest and took my book with her. Similar incidents have happened to me before, yet I never learn. I think maybe I’ll start always buying hardbacks to remedy this — I’m too trustworthy with my paperbacks.
Anyway, this is a rundown of my final purchases:
Rampant by Diana Peterfreund
The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
2010 Calender by Anne Taintor
Clifford’s Halloween by Norman Bridwell
I’m happy with my day. That sounds remarkably sedate when you consider that I’m writing this entry in between doing a victory dance around the living room with the hardback copies of my shiny new books, singing about killer unicorns.