One hour to explore the world’s greatest bookstore. The results:
- Three books found me instead of me finding them. Powell’s is an amazing labyrinth of stacks and stacks of books, (4,000,000+ to be precise). I headed for Milan Kundera in literature and was sucked into countless book covers and displays along the way.
- Finally reached my original destination– Milan Kundera’s The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, had second thoughts because my arms were already full, opened to a random page, which turned out to be a passage about writing a novel for the first time. Fitting, sold.
- Tears. Literally. I wanted to stay all day. I have never been in a bookstore that sucked me in to this degree. All those words, all those authors. So many worlds captured. A live poetry reading by a published author. I will be back for much more than an hour next time. Maybe I will just move to Portland.
- Last, but not least, new life goal– someday have my own book hidden somewhere in those glorious stacks.