I have always loved book stores. To the point that I need to have a ton of time if I want to enter one, or know exactly what it is that I want to buy and not deviate from the task at hand. Otherwise, I can find myself getting lost for hours on end, with a stack of books at least 3 feet high and a price tag of 400 dollars.
I remember as a child getting in trouble for reading books in class. The irony of it! I used to bring my nancy Drew books to school and hide them as I read behind my desk. Once I finished the entire series, it was on to the Hardy Boys. Once that was done it was the Cronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings, then all of them over again. In spite of all my not paying attention in class, I was still a GATE (gifted and talented education) student at the top of my class.
I still have the desire to read, just no longer have the time… No matter what, the bookstore is always a happy place for me…