They’ve been on my mind a lot.
Articles like the one I shared on Thursday have a lasting effect, one of anxiety and dissatisfaction. There are too many stores, such as the beautiful Rizzoli mentioned in the article, that I now have to fear never visiting.
Do something about it, then.
I’ve concocted a bit of a plan to visit as many bookstores as possible. When traveling, I will find the local store, visit, and make at least some small purchase at the minimum. I will appreciate the bookstore’s smell and atmosphere, its shelves and stacks, its clerks and unique qualities. I will not limit myself to only grand destinations, like Rizzoli, but will seek out any and all, large and
small tiny. (Sorry, I couldn’t stomach the rhyme.)
It’s not an elaborate plan or one that will save the world. Hell, it won’t even make a dent in the damage that’s been done to the brick & mortar business model for books. But it sure will mean a lot to me. Hopefully, if the bookstores do dry up, I will be left with nostalgic feelings and not regret.