Recently, I ventured to my favorite Barnes and Noble bookstore, of course expecting to go in, browse, and perhaps make a few purchases.
Imagine my surprise when I walked up and noticed a sign indicating that the bookstore had permanently closed. It was as if I was living that memorable scene straight out of the 90’s classic romantic comedy You’ve Got Mail. “Quelle nightmare!” (Where is Meg Ryan when you need her? Only this time, the big-chain bookstore that served as the villain in You’ve Got Mail, has become the victim too.)
The closure of this particular Barnes And Noble leaves my city with zero- that’s right, zero- big chain bookstores.
Thanks to several adults in my life, I grew up nurtured with a love of reading. I always felt right at home at B. Dalton, Waldenbooks, or Super Crown. I’d spend forever looking for the latest in Francine Pascal’s Sweet Valley High series. I just had to have the latest Judy Blume book. What? Me leave the bookstore without the latest installment in Emily Chase’s Girls of Canby Hall series? Never! Fortunately, my mother indulged my addiction. My aunt would sometimes also pass along her books to me after she finished reading them, including her copy of a biography on famed athlete Wilma Rudolph.
They may be a little worn, but I still have some of my original books by Emily Chase, Judy Blume and Francine Pascal that I read growing up.
As a child, whenever I curled up with a good book, I felt transported into the world of the characters in those books. (I feel like I grew up right beside twins Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield in Pascal’s Sweet Valley High series.)
But my love of reading served another purpose. I believe it was being an avid reader, and falling in love with the written word, that made me want to become a writer and obtain a journalism degree.
Today of course, the reading experience is a lot different than it was when I was growing up. I still enjoy the physical copy of a book, and smelling the print as I turn the pages. But like so many others, my primary method of reading has become the electronic book (e-book) on my phone and tablets. I also enjoy listening to a great audiobook while in transit.
Today, like so many others, I love reading ebooks on my iPad (left), and listening to audiobooks on my Kindle (right).
But the calm, oasis and magic found in a brick and motar bookstore is something that still cannot be replaced.
If you’ll excuse me now, I am in a period of mourning.
2 thoughts on “The Case of The Disappearing Bookstore ”
Excellent writing! And the thing is I am afraid that many are solely relying on technology to get their read on. This is fine, but what happens when your device suddenly goes blank, freezes, or crashes while you are in the midst of reading the best part of the book? Some may say she (me) must be from another time, because we are going to a paperless society. I am all for change, but I still believe in having a “Plan B.” Anyhoo, your article definitely gives one something to think about and I too, (as you well know) still like to touch my book. Holla back!
Thanks so much Mom! And excellent points you raised.
And most importantly, thank you for instilling a love of reading in me!