Once upon a time, there were bookstores on every other corner. Not anymore. But there are still a few, and we chanced upon one in Ardmore, OK, on our way home from Texas.
On my birthday.
The Bookseller has been the shop around the corner for forty years. That seems like a long time, but I've been around thirty. Can it be true?
At least we have our priorities straight, Erasmas, the Bookseller, and I.
I spent an hour delighting over the selections in the store, from the children's department to the literary fiction, to the local history. And because I couldn't leave without buying at least one book and I couldn't decide which one it should be, I asked the bookseller behind the counter what she would recommend for a friend's birthday.
And she thrust this at me: "It's a Book." Obvious choice for an English major to give an English major. A quirky volume celebrating the simple delights of reading from The Bookseller.