The Borders bookstore about a mile from my house is closing.
This is a sad day.
I am a lover of books and bookstores. I can stroll through a bookstore for hours, running my fingers over intoxicating covers, perusing synopses, absorbing author bios, flipping through the pages and imagining the writing and the writer...the story unfolding, the characters either coming to life as each page turns - or finally getting their moment in the sun after living in the confines of the writer's head for years.
I have a kindle, but I have yet to embrace it. I want to like it...and I know someday I will, but can anything replace the feeling of the book in your hand? The profound moment just before you embark on the journey? The feeling of something so light, but yet so heavy in what it will do to your life?
And I miss seeing what others are reading. Whether on a plane, or at a restaurant by myself, or in a coffee shop...it offers a glimpse into their world - who they are on this day, what interests them, who they choose to spend their time with. It's a conversation starter or ender, but at least it's a conversation.
I will miss the Borders store. It may miss my mastercard. I have more books than I can probably ever read, but I picked up a few more tonight. The possibilities are so endless, I just can't resist.