When we were in Portland this weekend, we Powell's, so I could pick up a couple of books that I need (yes, need.) Because I just finished Prisoner of Azkaban, I got Goblet of Fire, and I also picked up Broken Monsters, based on this review at NPR.
We didn't have as much time as I wanted while we were in Powell's (we never do), but I had a bit of a revelation while I was walking the aisles there. I love bookstores and libraries the way some people love the beach, or the mountains, or a museum. When I'm in a bookstore or library, I feel like the rest of the world doesn't exist, that the only world that matters -- well, worlds that matter -- are contained within its walls, between the covers of the books that line the shelves. When I'm in a place like Powell's, that has tons of used books that go back decades, I can find and hold and look at and lose myself in the covers and stories that remind me of my youth, and pretty much any time in my life that I care to touch again.
Stephen King says that writing is a form of time travel, and I'll take that a step further: a bookstore or library is a portal to anywhere in the multiverse; it's Sigil made real.
I told Twitter that, while it's convenient to order books online, going to a bookstore and finding a book is an experience. I love that experience, and I don't want to live in a world without bookstores and libraries.
