Okay, I admit, I read books mostly via electronic devices these days. And, by electronic devices, I mean my phone. It’s just so convenient to have a book with you, even when you don’t have a book with you. (You know what I mean.)
But I still prefer “real” books. In fact, I just ventured to the bookstore and bought four hardcovers to lug on spring break. And I was reminded all over again how much I LOVE bookstores.
Bookstores are great places to visit old friends.

And new friends.

Book friends are the best kind of friends, because you don’t even have to talk to them.

Magic resides in bookstores. Look at all those adventures crammed onto shelves, all those stories just waiting for us readers to bring them to life.
And that smell. Oh, how I wish they made a perfume called “bookstore.”
We all have a happy place. When I was a kid, you could give me a room full of books, and maybe a box a JELL-O Pudding Pops, and I was set. In fact, come to think of it, not much has changed. Except I have to make my own pudding pops now.
Where is your happy place, friends?

Also reading a ‘real’ book. Also binge watching a series on Acorn, Prime or Netflix.