Bookstores make me happy. I love strolling through the aisles and scanning the shelves for books that might peak my interest. Old bookstores are even better, because the older they are, the more gems they pocket.
When I was in Boston over the weekend, I stopped by a bookstore in Harvard Square (it's really close to Harvard) and found myself in awe of the endless array of books.
There's something special about books that electronics can't replace: it's the feel of the crisp pages between your fingers. It's authentic.
Found a shelf for blank books and journals! There was a journal for everything...
a journal for the True Blood fans
a journal for the wanderlust
a journal for the blooming artist
and even a journal for the depressed
Walked out of the store and found more books sitting in the snow, cold and abandoned. Homeless books.
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