I imagine most writers are bookstore geeks like me — this is probably how it all started for us. I still remember the indie bookstore in the town where I grew up, one of my favorite places ever. Sadly, it closed, and a Barnes & Noble opened up in a mall on the other side of town — but, as we all know (as both readers and writers), a big chain bookstore is never quite the same. Bookstores, for me, need to have creaky hardwood floors, narrow aisles, non-florescent lighting, bookstore cats. It needs to have aisles that end suddenly, aisles that meander until you forget where you are. And of course it’ll have staff members who are fellow book geeks.
I’ve taken my geekiness to a new level by photographing bookstores I find. Below is one in which I recently escaped an icy rain — Eureka Books in Eureka, California.
As you can see, it’s a gorgeous bookstore, housed in a Victorian dating from 1879 (and it’s right off the 101, if you’re ever passing through). The store has a wonderful collection of regional books and literature, and it’s right in the heart of downtown, along with many other lovely shops, not to mention the Lost Coast Brewing Company (which I also highly recommend).