This weekend was “Love your Bookshop Day“. Did you know that? Were you aware that “Love your Bookshop Day” was even a thing? I didn’t either to be perfectly honest; but I do love a good bookshop and my favourite bookstore is this random little house in Mitcham.
I’m not a digital person, I love books and the experience that comes with reading paper. I love that musty/dusty smell of age from a well loved library. I love the touch of fine paper, the feel of weight in my hands & the sound of pages flipping over each other. I remember wandering the archive room at the Royal Perth Yacht Club (my first ever paid job), lightly touching and exploring the early ‘minutes of meetings’ from the late 1800s. I lost hours of productive time procrastinating in that room!
More recently, my experience with books has included putting on a pair of glasses and snuggling down into the couch by the fire. I like this experience, even more for the glasses, because nowadays I also feel quite learned & intelligent! My book pile is eccentric and random, and my favourite bookshop to collect from is this random little house near me called The House of Books.
Run by the local church, this little house has six different rooms each dedicated to a new genre. Try the crime room, young fiction, science fiction, Australian classics or history – it’s all there. I’m also a huge fan of that couch … just for a minute or two while I decide which book I must collect next.
I can hear some of you yelling (so many trees) – and you’re probably right! However, as these were all second hand books I could argue that no new trees were harmed in the making of this blog post.
So if, like me, you love the experience of reading just as much as the story itself; then why not avoid the big chain stores, purchase old instead of new, leave your guilt at the front door and embrace the sensory power of the humble paperback.