Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Rainy Days and Lattes

I am sitting in the living room of the new apartment, Maggie is wandering around with her bone in her mouth, making sure that we all take notice of it. The sky is dimming, the further down the channel you go, the darker it gets. Today was a typical day for me here. Familiar and comforting. It began at Heritage getting a patented soy-drink. I then made my way down the street a little bit and stopped at Hearthside to find myself a book. I spent over an hour pouring over the books in there, the overpowering smell of new books making it's way through my nose. I spent over an hour in there and couldn't find anything worth buying. But I was determined to return to the apartment today with a book under my arm.
My next stop was Rainy Day books. Rainy day is a small shop, with creaky wooden floors. Half of Rainy Day's ceiling is over twenty feet high. The other half of the ceiling? Well, I nearly have to stoop to peruse the books. However, the musty smell of used books and the character of the creaky floors and ceilings that don't make sense makes Rainy Day my favorite place to immerse myself in the lives of the characters in those wrinkled and torn pages. In looking through the lives of many characters,an hour later I enlisted the help of the guy behind the counter. He-who-usually-leads-me-in-the-right-direction-in-terms-of-literary-indulgement fell short this time. None of his suggestions gave me that excited under the skin feelings that I get when I find a book that I just want to sit down and read right there in the middle of the store. So, I settled on a Vonnegut that I had never read before.
Though today exemplifies the good things about this place - the sky was unnaturally clear and I spent a pleasant day in book stores with coffee, I am overwhelmed with the knowledge that this is not the place for me. I love it here, I feel at home here, I feel like I belong her, but I need to remind myself that there are many other places to go and so many other bookstores to peruse.

and now I'm watching Maggie is destroying her bone.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm going to suggest Miranda July's "No One Belongs Here More Than You" if you are looking for a quick but surprisingly deep book. Especially for insane girls.

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