Everyone is talking about the heat. I'm bucking the system.
I want to talk about Borders. It was a sad, sad day when they closed the Borders bookstore a mile from my house in Madison. I could wander that store for 4 hours on a weekday evening. It was heaven on earth. I'm a big fan of touching books, which sounds far dirtier than it really is. I still haven't adapted to my Kindle, using it only as a secondary means to an end when I am traveling and have no idea what kind of mood I will be in - what kind of reading I want to do.
Otherwise, I still buy books.
Clearly, I'm in the minority.
Borders announced today it is closing all stores, calling off the auction of what is remaining, and disappearing from the American landscape forever.
THIS, is a sad, sad day.
Borders feels like home partly because it is from home...Michigan. Born out of a used bookstore in Ann Arbor in 1971, it is an institution in that city. While not my favorite of all Borders stores, it was a worthy jaunt downtown to return to the mothership.
In an era of price shopping, going online for the best deal but using local merchants to browse and decide...I paid full price at Borders. I do the same thing for my running shoes/gear with the Fleet Feet in Madison. I am willing to pay more when I believe in the good of the place I am shopping. When the people know my name. When they make me feel like I'm home.
I realize the purchase of my Kindle probably contributed to this mess in some small way...this changing face of book buying and reading. However, I question whether this is even deeper than that. Are people reading anymore? I rarely see it. Book clubs are few and far between. The only time I actually see people with books is on a plane.
Is it just my perspective? What would we do if reading really did become as extinct as brick-and-mortar bookstores may become?