I’m a librarian’s kid and grew up in the stacks after school everyday. When I got to college and felt homesick, I would go to the library just for the smell.
Once upon a time I lived for an annual trip to Toronto when I’d scour the used bookstores on Yonge Street and finish up at The World’s Biggest Bookstore. They’re all gone now. I miss the sense of discovering lost treasures.
I was fortunate enough to do a summer institute at the American Antiquarian Society with historical texts, and this is exactly what it felt like! I loved it!
It’s a form of Alchemy, delving through piles of antiquarian books, smelling of old paper, leather and mould.
You can get lost in space and time doing that.
I like it when I have a list of books that I want to look for, only to then be hit with a sudden wave of amnesia and dizziness the moment I step over the bookstore’s threshold.
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It’s a form of Alchemy, delving through piles of antiquarian books, smelling of old paper, leather and mould.
You can get lost in space and time doing that.