This charming used and rare book store has one of those carts on wheels parked at the entrance, drawing you in for a delicious browse. I always plan on a minimum of at least two hours, since popping in and out is absolutely impossible. The front door has a cheery little bell that jingles on my arrival.
One step on those creaky hardwood floors, and my heart beats just a tiny bit faster. The air is filled with the enchanting scent of old paper, wood and dust. There is shelf upon shelf of treasures just waiting to be discovered. In fact, this place has so many books, they are overflowing in huge stacks on the floor.
You guessed right. My first stop is in the poetry section. After an hour, or maybe two, I narrowed my stack to just three picks:
Rita Dove's Selected Poems
Seamus Heaney's Selected Poems 1966-1987
Pablo Neruda's The Captain's Verses
You know, I think I could easily spend a day or two in here. I could just sneak in my sleeping bag, and make myself comfy inside this giant mound of books. I'd need a flashlight, too, for reading after the shop closed up for the evening. Do you think anyone would notice?