For The Love of Old Books

I was thinking about bookstores the other day. I'm not a big fan of the chains. It isn't that I dislike them, per say, it's just that I think the old used bookstores are better. I love the homey atmosphere. Books stacked tall, surrounding you. Uneven floors that creek when you walk across them. I love it when you can approach the owner and they actually know books; you can ask them about a certain author and they know exactly who you are talking about. There's one like this an hour from my house and it has all these neat little nooks and crannies, peeling paint, these large lovely windows from ages ago and that oh-so-lovely musty smell.

Old books are just better than new books. Don't get me wrong, I love new books. I read them, own them, my books are new.....; they're great. And my Kindle is amazing, too. It's so convenient and I have found so many great books that I wouldn't have known of otherwise, so of course I'm a big fan of that. But I feel like old books are becoming less appreciated by the day and I hate that. Old books are so comforting. Those crumbly yellowed pages, the worn and fraying spines, and that smell...... *Sigh* Few things compare. And plucking them from a library or a bookstore bookshelf is just so satisfying; I love walking about with a stack of books in the crook of my arm; it's wonderful.

Really, I am thankful for places like Amazon and for e-readers because they do make a bookworm's (and an author's) life much easier. Yet I love the old guys and I'd hate to see them become obsolete.

Thanks for stopping by today. I'm curious; do you have a have a favorite used book store?

-Miranda Atchley