"For suddenly I can see, the magic of books!"
DAY 357: There's something wonderfully calming about a bookstore ... I'm not quite sure what it is. When I want a little quiet "me" time, but still get out of the house, I run for the local Barnes and Noble. Now bear in mind, I have a Nook (the Barnes and Noble e-reader) so I'm probably not going to buy anything. I'm grateful for just browsing ... it's a solitary thing, but not a lonely thing.
As I browse, I make notes of the titles that intrigue me and need to be added to the Wish List on my e-reader. I wish I had more time to read. As a lover of words, there's also something almost sacred about being surrounded by all those books. Each jacket synopsis is an invitation to a new world ... and I want to jump in right away.
The jacket covers also elicit another reaction - the need to write. It's a strong need that I have, though one for which I don't give myself nearly enough time ... well, beyond this blog. Each story makes me think, "what a great idea ... why didn't I come up with that?" Or better yet, "I could come up with something like this ..."
Finally, my trips to the bookstore serve a slightly more personal purpose. I always notice lots of other single guys browsing just as I am, and I have to think that some of them are other solitary men like me. Intelligent, literate, lovers of words. I usually don't make eye contact and I'm never the first to engage a stranger in conversation - my mother seems to have that gift, but I never got it. And, need I mention that I am CLUELESS when it comes to reading "signals," even if there were any?
Bottom line, though, I suspect most are finding that same tranquil "me" time ... and I shouldn't interfere.