Super, after taking husband to a doctor’s appointment, I drooled at the idea of stopping by my fave bookstore on the way home. Second Story Books. A used bookstore that graced our area for thirty-seven years. Hadn’t been there in months.
I couldn’t wait!
“Wow. Parking lot’s empty. We must be too early.”
My husband craned his neck around. “I think we’re too late.”
I did a double-take as well, and sure enough, the store was closed. Not until next time, but for good. When did that happen? It was part of our family history…
My oldest daughter is an insane reader. I mean, insane. While she was in school, it was nothing for her to cart an armload, or boat load of books to the store to get her credit so she could buy more. Anywhere from the bargain table at a dime to hard covers for 3 or 4 dollars, they had it all. Books on tape, VHS tapes, DVDs, CDs, paperbacks in all genres, kids’ books. You name it. And most were in stellar condition. They even had an inspy section before inspirational was all that popular in secular bookstores. She’d truck home a box just as full as the one she left with.
My husband and I sat in the car and just stared at the door. “Maybe they’re on vacation or something.”
So I got out, went to the door, and looked through the glass. Nothing but empty shelves, dirt on the floor, wisps of paper from someone’s old receipt. No books, no tapes, no Houdini to step up and make it all reappear.
I know, I know, I know. Things change. But not the bookstores. Not the libraries. Not the reading rooms. There are somethings that shouldn’t get touched with change!
I, personally, love a Kindle. Nothing like it, but I can still sit in a bookstore and read the Kindle. I can grab my coffee and muffin, sit down, and enjoy the heck out of the e-read.
How long before no one will know the joy and comfort of holding a book they just bought from their local bookstore?
Okay, I’m a dinosaur when it comes to some things. But my heart is breaking as one store after another closes its doors for the last time.
My oldest daughter who now lives two thousand miles away? “Noooooooooooooooo!”
I understand that a piece of her childhood died with the closing of Second Story Books.
And a piece of me died as well.