I watched a documentary recently, and something was said about coming to a town because they had a “good bookstore” there. And, thinking back to a time before Amazon, and even Barnes & Noble, I remember going to such bookstores.
They weren’t just stores, but community hubs where people gathered to discuss books, share their love for literature, and find their next favorite read. These independent bookstores played a crucial role in the literary landscape, offering a unique and personalized experience that cannot be replicated online.
There is something truly magical about browsing the shelves of a good bookstore. The smell of fresh ink, the crisp sound of pages turning, and the tactile experience of holding a new book in your hands are all irreplaceable aspects of a physical bookstore experience.
Or maybe that’s just me.
Michael's Musings 