Bookstore Sunday

When I was a child my parents had the brilliant idea of taking my brother and I to the local bookshop after church each Sunday.  We didn’t have a lot of cash, but what we did have my parents were willing to spend on a book each–no matter the cost. Once through the doors of our local independent bookshop, our family of four would disperse: Mom hid in fiction, Dad lost in Sci-Fi, brother on the hunt for books to make him laugh while I gorged on classical literature; These were the happiest days of my young life.

As I look back on these memories I am thankful to have been born into a family of readers.  Books were everywhere in our house: the landing of our stairs, piled on bookshelves, and on the back of the toilet. Books arrived by mail via book clubs, passed amongst aunts and uncles with powerful endorsements, borrowed from our library. Once in our possession we’d retreat to our favorite reading spots. My parents favored their brown floral sofa, each tucked into their respective corners of the sofa, table lamps casting warmth onto pages, my brother at their feet. Me in the chair opposite, legs dangling over the arm while I chewed my hair.  We didn’t often read together as a family, only when the mood struck us individually to collect ourselves and our books did we end up in the same room reading together.

Books have an incredible power to bring us together. Doesn’t matter what types of books you like to read.  The mutual enjoyment of reading is a bridge-builder.  When I sit beside someone reading a book on a train or plane I instantly feel a connection.  Too often I ask what they are reading, would they recommend their book and why. In a way my curiosity is a form of Book Store Sunday, where there are never-ending possibilities for running away, growing empathy and  understanding of the world.

Wherever we go, we must buy books
Crow Bookshop, Burlington, VT

 

9 thoughts on “Bookstore Sunday

  1. I liked your post. I am an avid reader myself. I can not live without books or music. I need both like air to breath.

    And to ask the important question “what ARE you reading right now?” 🤗

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  2. You had a very privedged childhood, in the best possible way! While not an only child, there was 7 years between my sister and I, and 11 between my brother and I; so they were off, doing their own thing throughout my childhood, while my mom worked full time and dad, well dad was no where to be found. So all this is a way of saying I escaped a lot into books, mostly classics, also. I had the perfect family in “Little Women” and had the father I longed for in “To Kill a Mockingbird,” etc. they gave me an education I never could have received otherwise.

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