My Love Affair with Powell’s Books

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.

So many choices, so little time.

The bounty of my 30-minute shopping spree, (including two t-shirts).

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4 thoughts on “My Love Affair with Powell’s Books

  1. xandertrek says:

    In one year, let’s plan on moving. Even if we live there for only one year it will be an experience! I can learn leatherworking or some other hipster artisan trade 🙂

  2. Melanie says:

    My boyfriend took me to The Book Loft in Columbus, Ohio and I felt much the same way. That night we also ate a pub with a polka band. There were moments when I felt like I was Belle in Beauty and the Beast. 🙂

  3. hipmamamedia says:

    Olivia: I LOVE POWELLS. My in-laws (who have both passed on now) lived in Beaverton and we would visit them about twice a year so the kids would see Grandma and Grandpa. Our favorite date was to spend an afternoon at Powells and get some coffee, which is always great in rainy Portland. I am sorry you only had one hour! I could live there. I am sure you know what I mean. Book, books, glorious books!

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