Palms on window panes
Nose pressed against glass
A longing gaze towards shelves of treats
All different colors, all different sizes
But each of them filled
With
Delectable
Divine
Delightful
Delicious
Words
And worlds
And adventures
And love
And life
And magic
I long for the tiny bell to jingle as I push the door
And find it unlocked
To run my fingers along spines and creamy paper as I slowly sample pages
To listen to friendly chatter and ask for novel praises
And then choose which treat —
No, let’s be honest — TREATS
to take home with me today
I am every child who has ever paused in front of a candy shop with salivating mouths, their taste buds anticipating sweetness
But my chosen treat has, and always will be, books
And it’s my eyes that want to feast on phrases
And my mind that wants to devour first one and then another and another and so on…
So on this day which celebrates the bookshops that are smaller
More
Personal
Intimate
Neighborly
Charming
Quintessential
Here is my ode to you
Oh, but I love you so
And I’m grateful for websites and phones and alternative ways to gather my books and show you support
But I wait impatiently for:
Jingling bells
And open doors
And open arms
And comfy chairs
And warm drinks
And warm hearts
And recommendations
And you, dear booksellers
🤍
Happy Independent Bookstore Day!
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