This weekend K and I went book hunting and found ourselves in a shop that closely resembled an episode from Hoarders.
A bookstore should have a wide selection of books... but this was overboard. Books were piled high to the ceiling. Books were heaped onto tables. Books were laden between the isles. I often had to squeeze through piles of books on the floor that were higher than me to get to the next shelf!
Two flights of stairs and we were in the basement. Lights flickered as we stood looking at, seriously, a mountain of books.
I totally regret forgetting to bring my camera on this outing. What I saw is hard to describe, and all I have to show for the experience are two slightly fuzzy Ipod pictures.
It was an overwhelming experience. I truly love books, but I think there is a certain way they should be presented and sold. The sheer volume of books in the store overtook the fun of examining books in a pleasant environment... and not to mention problems of book preservation (there were some pretty old works!). It felt too cluttered. I'm sure a few critters lived in the book piles. You would definitely not want a health emergency, a little spark of flame, or an earthquake in that building. Death by books, literally.
Yet, I am sure there are a few priceless gems hiding within their books stacks.
Will I go back? That is the question.