Slipping into the bookstore


I love getting lost in a bookstore.

Okay, so I don’t really get “lost.” That would require me not really knowing the lay of the land, so to speak, and goodness knows I have plenty of experience wandering among the stacks.

The truth is that, like so many, I’ve started relying on alternate sources for my literature fix. Reviewing books frequently means novels arrive in packages and boxes, mailers and envelopes. I go to the library. I shop online. And, of course, there’s the whole issue of digital books — those electronic ones that pop up in a digital library with the swipe of a finger. My Kindle doesn’t get as much love as my physical books, but I do enjoy having lots of options at once in the palm of my hand.

I can’t quit bookstores, though. When our local Borders closed in 2011, I went into a period of mourning. The local bookstore was more than just a place that sold books, of course: it was a community hub, a hotspot, a place for friends to meet and mingle. In its heyday, Borders buzzed with people and music and life, pure and simple . . . and yes, they sold books. Lots of them. But books, though important, sometimes seemed beside the point.

After Borders liquidated and closed that summer, Spencer drove over to purchase some of the bookshelves which currently take up a quarter of the living room in our apartment (but that’s totally worth it). Word spread that Books-a-Million was planning to purchase and re-open our location in Southern Maryland, rumors that proved true a year ago. When I first popped into the store last summer, I felt anxious that a place I’d loved so well — and spent years as both employee and patron — would be forever changed. You can’t go home again, you know?

But maybe you can. I just re-read my post from last summer, one spilling over with sadness and uncertainty. When BAM! first opened, it didn’t feel like “my bookstore” anymore. The exterior was the same, yes, and the interior resembles the old Borders as well. But it obviously wasn’t Borders, and that hurt. I was deeply emotionally attached to the old place and just couldn’t. let. go.

Life marches forward, though. Much has changed in a year. As I get closer to the wedding and am prepping to move both my personal belongings and offices at work (more change.), I’m growing accustomed to getting comfortable with being uncomfortable. That’s one of my single greatest challenges: adapting. Allowing something new to enter my life without mourning deeply for the old.

I’m getting stronger. I’m getting excited.

I went into Books-a-Million with my parents for the first time in a while last Friday. Where once the store seemed quiet, empty, there were plenty of people padding down the aisles with stacks of books in their hands. We waited in line at the register. It wasn’t as crazy as the old days, sure — but what is? There was a John Mayer playing overhead as soon as we walked in, just like those fall days in 2006, and I thought about the college student who once wandered the same aisles with the latest Harry Potter and a walkie-talkie clipped to her hip. Life was an oyster, and I’m busy finding the pearl.

Seven years later, I still love getting lost in a bookstore — and was thinking about how fortunate I am to be able to slip inside the same bookstore where I spent so many happy days.

Things have changed, but some things stay the same.

And I definitely came home with a book.

13 thoughts on “Slipping into the bookstore

  1. I do love a good stroll through a bookstore, and I was also devastated when I lost my Borders which was only about a mile or two from my house. It was so convenient! Now about the only thing we have going on is Barnes & Noble and I do indulge now and again, although I swear I should never buy another book. It is just impossible for me to go in there and not come out with something.


  2. So many big chains have closed in my area too (MA). But it’s kind of nice to support and see the local shops, even if there prices are typically higher. Even when you don’t leave with a book, it’s so nice spending a day running a finger along the spines of so many tales and travels.


  3. I can even sit for hours in a bookstore staring at books and reading their back covers..that’s how much I love books and book stores.. Nice to hear from a fellow book-lover πŸ™‚


  4. I went into mourning too when our local Borders closed here in Sydney. I still walk by the place where it used to be (now a large chinese restaurant) and my mind immediately starts picturing how it used to look before. I do love spending time in bookstores and nothing really compares to that feeling of stepping into one and getting all excited about getting ‘lost’ amongst all the books.


  5. I can identify with that getting-lost-in-a-bookstore feeling–wandering in that hall of doors to other worlds in the throes of Queen Caffeine. I always wondered what it would be like to work in a bookstore but was afraid it would spoil the feeling for me. I’m glad you still enjoy it. πŸ™‚


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