How cool is that?

 What do you you even call such a place?

One of my all time favorite ways to waste an afternoon is to wander around a book store.  I walk up and down the aisle of books with no idea what I am looking for.  I read titles.  I read the back cover. I look at the book cover art and without fail, I always find something thats interesting and something that I have never seen or heard of before.  No matter if it is the small independent book store in my college town or the mega book stores in every mall(you know who you are), I always find something that I just have to read.  I usually stick to certain sections such as brit chic lit, crimes/cops/PI stuff, and the travel section.  Occasionally, I wander into the cooking or biography section.  But, it never failed, there are always books that I have to buy; way beyond my budget and my book shelf space.
Before I moved to China this was a weekly ritual.  Now,  I am only able to partake in this activity when I am home for a visit.  Chinese books stores are nice, but hard to understand. (Note – I don’t speak Chinese).

I think I would be really disappointed if I came back to America and they were all gone.  My comfort, my source, my sanctuary, my inspiration, my book store.