Mandy, my most amazing friend, suggested that we hit up a local bookstore that was closing down. Aladdin Book Shoppe, like so many other bookstores, couldn’t make it in this digital world and was selling out their books at low, low prices. All I could think about is summed up in this picture:
We walked in and formed a strategy: start from the back and work our way to the front.
The sweet smell of old books tickled my nose as we walked passed each shelf. I was looking for classics, and Mandy was looking for books with really bizarre titles. Just kidding. (But seriously.)
This book, in particular, sums up what I mean by just downright weird titles. Mandy did not purchase this one, though. Too bad. It looked good.
I carried a small footstool with me to each shelf. At 5’4, there is no way I’m going to be able to reach those Shakespeare books at the very top. I was able to snag old hardbacks of Othello, Julius Caesar, and Romeo & Juliet. I’m 99 percent sure I already have those, but who cares?
In the end, I was able to get twenty-one books for ten bucks. Mandy got forty-five for the same price. I feel like a loser. I need to go back!
I overheard a woman talking. She said something that piqued my interest. She said, “Well, I better just buy them all up while I can, because, you know, books are just disappearing and won’t exist anymore.”
The mere thought of that just terrifies me. A world without books is like a sundae with no chocolate syrup. People are embracing iPads and…what in the world is that other one called? I cannot remember to save my life, but you get the idea. I refuse to read The Scarlet Letter on a screen. I refuse to adjust my eyes to a screen and scroll, scroll, scroll through each chapter. I will not conform. I want to hold my books like a mother holds her newborn child.
If books begin to disappear, I promise I will go Fahrenheit 451 on you guys and start memorizing novel after novel. I will have an underground library that spans for miles. I’ll be like a book drug dealer.
After we paid for our treasures, Mandy and I ate at Jim’s Diner and finished the day off with a slice of pie. I’m happy to say that it was beyond delicious.
And as I replayed our afternoon in Aladdin Book Shoppe, I thought to myself, I hope no more bookstores close. It’s so upsetting. Don’t people know what they’re missing out on?Why don’t people want to read anymore?
And as we opened the door to leave, something caught my eye. Sure, this guy could easily just Google how to catch a catfish. But, oh! He would rather read those words on paper, clutching it closely as he sips his coffee.
Maybe books are dead to some. But just how much more alive would their souls be if they could just fall in love with reading all over again?