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.
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 🙂
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. 🙂
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!
Yes, I could definitely live there too– next time I hope it will be an open-ended visit, I had no idea how much I’d love it!