Wednesday, October 28, 2009

National Bookstore Day (copy)

Time for celebration! That’s right! November seventh is National Bookstore Day! Yippee!

I will be celebrating in my usual fashion. I’ll be chasing down the staff and asking for the latest spectacular reads. I’ll be skipping through the sports section, pouting past the self-help, mulling in the literature, and flipping through the pages of various magazines. Best of all, I will leave the store with five new books to read. Hubby limits me to five.

It took a bookstore not a library to foster my love of reading. Do not get me wrong. I love my childhood experiences in the public library. I even had favorite librarians, but when I reached a certain age – let’s say the age of annoyance – I was kicked-out by those same librarians on a regular basis. I promise you; sometimes, they just stopped me at the door!

There was a time I was to cool to be seen with a book, too. This would be my high school and college years. Textbooks were cool. They represented studying and school “research” but a novel smacked of nerdism. Anyone who reads these book talks and corrects my many English mistakes now knows why.

It was a messy bookstore in downtown Nashville that created the monster you now read. In an old wooden five-n-dime converted into floor to ceiling books, I dove into the Tennessee history section. My new passion became reading and retelling ghost stories at the many camps I attended. This decrepit store added to my imagination as images of ghosts haunted the very aisles I perused.

After moving to Memphis, I combined my frugal and annoying nature by reading the local history at Bookstar on the floor. It wasn’t long before I noticed others doing the same thing and I made friends. One of those friends turned me on to mysteries for which I am ever grateful.

I continue my love of bookstores by visiting and buying local history books when I travel. I have ghost stories from Maine, Oregon, Alaska, Ireland, Venice, etc. In Natchez, I met a nice store owner who placed One for the Money in my hands because I was in dire need of a mystery. This is how Janet Evanovich and the Stephanie Plum series came to north Mississippi libraries!

I will be forever indebted to an enthusiastic bookseller on Prince Edward Island. It was his high praise of South American literature that turned me on to Gabriel García Márquez. Love in the Time of Cholera is one of my all-time favorite books.

Be sure to celebrate and annoy your closest bookstore employee this coming week!


Sharon said...

Memories! My love of reading was fostered in a library. We lived withing walking distance and I just loved that place.

maggie moran said...

Great Sharon! I like passing on good feelings! My mom's best friend worked as the children's librarian and I remember attending puppet shows where I was the only child, but I loved it! They made me feel special. It wasn't until I was old enough to walk to the library after school that I became obnoxious. ;D

Tiffany Norris said...

Thanks for the heads-up! I have a feeling it's a Half-Price Books sort of weekend. :)

maggie moran said...

Funny Tiffany! I imagine everything will be half-price in this economy! :D

Anonymous said...

Libraries literally saved my life. I still go to mine almost every day. Though I never turn down a chance to visit any bookstore, I love used bookstores and junk shops. If I find a 1920s children's book for $4, I'm in heaven!


maggie moran said...

Candice, the bookstore in Nashville was like going on a "junket" the likes of which you talk about on your blog! The TN history collection was awesome with old and new stuff!

I love libraries, too and I hope my article doesn't imply otherwise. I'm pretty sure since peeps around here know I'm a librarian this is moot but I didn't think about other readers! ;D

book review said...

Enjoy your celebration, friend..

maggie moran said...

Thanks Book Review!