The Book Stop

I understand The Book Stop in Petoskey MI is a great place to meet guys, bwahahaha.

This is the store that distracted us when we were on our way to buy a lottery ticket. I had a little revelation while I was there. I almost never buy books; I am a passionate library lover, first of all, and secondly I really don’t care that much about material possessions. The less stuff I own, the happier I am. Weird, but true. I can wash my entire wardrobe in one load of laundry. However, going to a used bookstore in a small town up north seemed like a fun vacationy thing to do, so we did.

The first thing I saw was the alphabetical end of the “literature” section, which was separate from the “fiction” section, though where they drew the line was hard to tell. Anyway, right at eye level was a whole row of Anthony Trollopes. Well, backstory here, I recently gave up on Phineas Finn because the library’s edition I had was so ugly and hard to read. OMG! Maybe they have a nicer edition here! In fact, hey, if I buy books I’m not limited to what the library has! You’d think I would have already figured that out by now…

So I came home with four beautiful volumes: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (gorgeous fat creamy paper!), The Haunted Bookshop (hardcover!), The Unusual Life of Tristan Smith (brand new, oversized paperback!), and The American Senator (Dover edition with wide margins and lots of footnotes!). I’m thrilled with all of these, but then again at seven or eight bucks per, they weren’t exactly cheap, and now that I own them I have to put them somewhere…