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
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.