I love the smell of old books.
There’s something about holding a book in your hand, thumbing through the pages, skipping from the front to the back.
Paperbacks are dead.
So I have almost a thousand books on my phone.
I can read any of them wherever and when I want.
But I yearn for the days of walking into a used book store.

The store is usually in a seedy part of a large city and it’s filled with worn out books, magazines or college manuals.
These dinosaurs have been there hundreds of years.
Usually there’s nobody at the counter. They’re in the back watching television or eating lunch.
Owners of these shops don’t care how long you look at they’re wares.
They don’t hound you about buying something or send you email adds about the latest editions.
It’s a shame.
Ray Bradbury said, “You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”
I’m not sure he meant books on a smart phone but there is something special about holding an old musty classic in your hands.
Support these places. Buy something or give the owner a dollar and thank him for the privilege of letting you look around.
You’re gonna miss them when they’re gone.
I know I will.

The books on the shelves stand wall to wall, floor to ceiling.
The smell inside the shop is like perfume to an avid reader.
The classics. The paperbacks. The encyclopedias. The almanacs.
The well written classics, the pulps and the endless romance novels.
Don’t forget the steamy covers of a damsel in distress bring saved by a muscled long-haired guy without a shirt.
Maybe the writer could not afford to buy him a shirt until the third novel.
Try and support these places. They are closing up across the country.
You can now get thousands of books on your phone. But where are you gonna get the smell and be able to actually hold a book in your hands.
Ray Bradbury said, “You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”
Support these places. Buy something or give the owner a dollar and thank him for allowing you the privilege of letting you look around.
You’re gonna miss them when they’re gone.