Thursday, February 07, 2013

Memories of Lost Things


Memories of bookstores...... (New Yorker)
A writer keeps an interior map of bookstores, like a hungry person and soup kitchens. I remember where bookstores are. I like to go in them, just to be among books and the people who like them. I know who else will be there: needy people like me, who walk slowly along the shelves and touch the spines. People who pull out a volume and open it, read a little, just to remind themselves of how they love this volume, this writer. People who may buy a book they hadn’t thought they needed. People who believe that this soup is important, who know how it fills us up and warms our bones.

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