Some people go to church. I go to bookstores.

Do you ever get a special feeling when you go someplace? That sense that says you’re in the right place at the right time? Where things just feel good? For some, it’s the resonance of old churches, their stone walls and stained glass imbued with centuries of incense and hopeful hymns and prayers. For me it’s bookstores. It really doesn’t matter if it’s full of new or used books, in my native tongue or a language using a non-Roman alphabet I can’t comprehend, there’s a comforting feeling that goes far beyond the millions of words filling the room.

There’s that unique smell of newly printed books. Crack open a fresh binding for the first time to feel soy ink on clean paper embracing your nostrils. I’m curious to see what’s inside, but afraid to damage the book for someone else if I decide it’s not right for me. And don’t forget the used book shops as well, with that pervasive mustiness that comes from old, well-thumbed books sitting in damp low-rent real estate. I wonder if today’s non-toxic inks will ever mature, perhaps like wines, to gain an odor rivaling decades-old inks made from petroleum and tar compounds. [Do you remember those ink-stained fingerprints from a long, leisurely Sundays full of newspaper reading?] Some people look forward to the smells of holiday cooking coming from a family kitchen. I wallow in the smell of books. It goes straight through my brain, teasing wonderful memories along with new opportunities for learning and pleasure.

Bookstores – like different churches or pubs – each have their own feel, giving us varying degrees of comfort and hopefully, some curiosity. Regulars have their favourite sections, pews and bar stools, all curated by the local spirit-keepers who learn your tastes and habits pretty quickly.

And how do we pay the priests in my chosen churches of the mind and spirit?

At the low end of the scale, the storefront churches of life, are the charity chops full of unsorted mouldy bodice-rippers and dried-out wrinkled beach reads, old text books and occasional true finds. I can walk out after having helped a good cause, with months of reading for just a few pennies. And I’ll return the books as a donation when I’m done. Not a bad deal for either of us.

Next up on the food chain are the used bookstores whose owners actually try to make a living from their stock. Organized – and sometimes even alphabetized – here’s where I go when I’m pressed for time and looking for something cheap but good, like a book I won’t mind leaving in an airport or hotel room.

Let’s see. We’ve helped charities and retailers, but what about the source of our pleasure, the writer who only earns a living when we buy new? That’s why we have stores that sell [gasp] new books.

The bashful and inexperienced among us looking for a structured experience might gravitate toward the understaffed chain retailers, where signage and point-of-sale displays direct us to high margin best sellers, classics and coffee table books. When I’m looking for newness, be it for myself or a gift, I gravitate toward locally-owned shops, mainly because they tend to employ book-lovers who know their stock and can steer you in wonderful directions you may never have planned on.

And the difference between the chain and the indie? I remember visiting a chain retailer and asking an “associate” who was stocking shelves if they had a particular book. She said she didn’t know. I asked her where the section that might carry it was. She didn’t know that, either. And her name tag indicated that she was a “senior associate”, whatever that means.  Another time, in one of the surviving independent stores, I approached the counter, where one of their people was on the phone. He acknowledged me with a nod and a smile, indicating he’d be with me in a minute. Not only was he answering the caller’s questions, but he noted which volumes they had in stock, how long it would take for an order to arrive, and then named a competitor who might stock the “missing” book – all from memory. While my request wasn’t as complicated, he gave me equally knowledgeable and courteous service. I’ve since been back to that store many times.

And then there’s High Mass that’s hard to match online: author meet-n-greets.

Visiting authors come to talk, chat and sign copies of their books that devout readers treat like communion wafers. By the time the writer has reached the mid-sized cities where I’ve lived, they’ve got their warm-up speech and patter down pat. For the most part they’ve already heard most of their fans’ questions and have thoughtful answers or entertaining one-liners. Then, many of them stay on til the wee hours signing and chatting and dealing with people as people, not patrons.

It keeps my feet walking through the bookstore doors instead of my fingers walking across a keyboard.

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6 Comments on “Some people go to church. I go to bookstores.

  1. I always thought it would be great to work in a bookstore—until I interviewed for one: then, not so much!

    • The people I know who work in them don’t do it for money, but for love [of lifting, of breathing dust, of answering weird questions, of wishing they had more time to read…]

      • My daughter once worked for a bookstore and loved it! She arranged the meet and greets and lived interacting with authors and patrons. She has an extensive collection of autographed books.

        • Ahh – the good old days in the years BC [before covid]. Hopefully her memories will eclipsed by many others of meetings, greetings and signings in the years to come, when we can all come out of our cocoons. A virtual book launch just doesn’t seem to have the same energy as a real one.

  2. You really are a book lover like me. Bookstores are my church. Period. I especially love bookstores that sell both new and used. There a big warehouse type bookstore in downtown Long Beach that had so many books. I could’ve happily moved in. Wherever I go one of my first “seeks” is a bookstore. An indie store. Hopefully a manifestation of the owner’s quirks and book sense. So far I’ve encountered two places that had no bookstores. One is Tahoe, CA. I find that sad. And maybe a future life? Anyway, I agree High Mass is getting to meet the author.

    • If the CA side doesn’t have any bookstores, I’m guessing the NV side doesn’t either. I’m guessing that the locals would prefer you investing in entertainment rather than sitting reading and not spending. I’m not sure, but I think the trend of mixing new and used books on the same shelves is a relatively recent one [past 5-10 years]. It makes sense from a merchandising point of view, putting all of an author’s or category’s books in the same place and allowing the buyer to make the decision based on condition and/or price. I’m aware of a fair number of stores that will accept your trade-ins with a higher credit slip against future purchases and a smaller amount if you want cash.

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