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Originally Posted by DiapDealer
I hope you aren't referring to my tongue-in-cheek post. 
"Charm" isn't a word I've ever associated with digging/wandering through stacks of books looking for something to read. I don't get wrapped up in the frou-frou surounding the book experience. I'm in it purely for the content; not the book-petting/perusing. The charm--if any exists--is entirely in the words contained therein, not in the process that gets those words in front of my eyes. i don't care if I'm the first to like a book or the millionth. |
Well, I actually missed the tongue-in-cheek there.
I'm a bit of a bookshop romantic, I'm afraid. Probably because as a teenager I fled to bookshops and libraries from a rather dire situation at home. The experience of finding the right book on the right day; the exhilarating feeling that this book (no matter if it was showcased or buried on a remote shelf) is the book I just have to read, not just for entertainment but because it will tell me something about myself, about life: I still believe this is only possible in a well-stocked bookshop. Finding something completely obscure on the Internet Archive sometimes comes close. Never with the same intensity as forty years ago, but I guess that's because I'm not a lost teenager anymore...
