|An aisle in Literary Leftovers|
(taken with my back hard against waist-high piles of books!)
Ahhhh. Literary Leftovers. Probably my favorite bookstore ever.
I frequent it rarely, because when I'm in that little, hole-in-the-wall shop, I loose all track of time. Today I fingered some 80-year-old books by Harold Bell Wright, smiled at an identical (though slightly more worn) 1952 edition of American poetry which sits on my shelf here at home, and skimmed one section of one side of the first bookcase.
It was lovely. I have to go back there again soon!
But moving on. This little clip made me grin. Who wants to bet that in a hundred years, this could be a reality for many? (Though not, of course, for any of my descendants. I shall strictly charge them to always - ALWAYS - own the physical book of any story they love!) :)
Happy Wednesday, everyone!