Bookstores are my Heaven!
#100DaysOfBlogging Day 2
If there was heaven on earth, I think I’d say it’s a bookstore. I’ve traveled to places where the beauty of nature was too good. I’ve been to restaurants that reminded me of home. Yet the feeling of heaven, in truth, comes when I’m lost in the aisles of a bookstore.
The introvert that I was, and still kind of am, I can relate to the comfort I find there. I’ve found worlds I’m comfortable in. I discovered the streets of London when I bought the complete collection of Sherlock Holmes, and dove into its stories. My wand chose me when I visited Ollivander’s in Diagon Alley (it’s a Sycamore wood wand, 13.5” long with Unicorn hair core). I’ve solved mysteries with the Famous Five, and watched Bilbo Baggins talk with Smaug. And I’ve loved those worlds, at times more than reality.
I’ve missed parties and get-togethers just because I’m more comfortable in the company of a book. I’ve even taken a book to some functions, and ignored the ruckus around me.
Though there are online bookstores now that deliver the book to my hand quickly (and I do use them), the comfort or happiness that I find when I shop at Blossoms or Landmark, or a books-by-the-kilogram sale, or even buy a book from the street-side sellers doesn’t compare to online shopping. And that’s something I know will not change in the future.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 24th September 2016)