I live within walking distance from a bookstore. Or rather, I live walking distance from my home. Ty and I often find ourselves making that short jaunt over to Borders, our local bookstore of choice. We happily trounce on dried up old leaves, waiting for that gratifying crunch to swat at the crisp air. Sometimes we’ll kick a rock back and forth as we walk, trying to lengthen the distance and keep the precision each time. This usually goes on until one of us tries to really launch it and it catapults off the beaten trail, skittering away from our desire of retrieval.
Then comes the adventure of crossing Walker road, one of the main arteries of SW Beaverton. Cars of all shapes and sizes siphon through this two lane stretch, but between them all, Ty and I scamper across. This is a small risk we take to lounge in a backdrop of books. And we take it without question.
We traverse the bowling ally parking lot next; veering left and then left again. Borders soon greets us with its oversized lettering and open windows that reveal plush espresso-brown chairs and wooden tables. Coffee is brewing, its steam rising above countless rows of paperbacks and hardcover books. Ah, home again.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Directions to Borders
Posted by Broca at 12:03 AM
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3 comments:
If you keep it up, though, Borders is going to have to change their sign to read "New and Used" because you're always over there deflowering books Borders is TRYING to sell as virgin.
As I see it Borders would not provide a coffee shop, music, and big comfy chairs if they did not want people to sit and read. Yes, they assume I will buy, and sometimes I do, but it is my prerogative to refrain if I so desire.
Don't be a hater.
So many of these posts encompass memories and feelings I share, only written so much better than I could ever conjure. On turning books from new to used, just think of those poor magazines--dirty little rags by the time a day of "shoppers" are done with them.
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