I took my car to a mechanic to get a flat tire fixed and ended up spending the entire day killing time while my poor Subaru got the new belts and spark plugs and adjustments that it's been needing for a while--oh, yes, and the flat tire. They fixed that, too.
While I waited, I went to Borders Bookstore for their close-out sale. I'm in mourning about Borders. I used to shop at the one-and-only Borders in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I even went to a party or two at the home of Tommy Borders; my boyfriend worked at the store, where the staff was a close-knit group of intellectuals: a composer ran the music section; a former teacher tended the children's books; my boyfriend, a poet, lovingly shelved the poetry. I read on-line that that store is closing now, too. I really mourn that closing.
I wished Phoebe was with me to look at the pitiful poetry section, to buy a gem or two that she coveted. I bought a novel that Kathe recommended last year. I bought a book of Tennessee Williams play for my son. Then I sat and read at Panera, wandered about town some more, then went back and read some more. I'm not sure yet about the Tracy Chevalier book, but I highly recommend the other 3.
I guess I'll learn to live without bookstores. I love to hold a book, to flip it open and get a feel for the language deep inside. Amazon lets you read excerpts on-line. So does my Kindle.
But I'm going to miss bookstores. I hope that I don't live long enough to miss books, too.
Earrings made of wooden beads and seeds; books made of paper and ink. Simple stuff makes me happy.
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I didn't know you knew a member of the Border family... learning all kinds of things here ;)
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