But the point is, when we were stretching our legs a little in that Meijer’s in Michigan, and when I stumbled onto their fairly impressive book section, it was like traveling back in time. even then, I still bought a lot of my books from Walmart. My collection expanded to include things that weren’t necessarily on a bestseller’s list.īut I’ll confess.
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After I got a driver’s license and access to a car, I also gained access to book stores and libraries that were out of bike range.
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I’d say that a full 90% of the books I owned from the ages of 0 to 16 came from grocery stores. And in these places I would move as quietly and reverently as if I were in church, picking up paperbacks, reading their covers, opening them to read a few pages from the front. So the only real exposure I had to books, outside of a school setting, was when we went to the grocery story, or to a Walmart, or even better, when we went to a Sam’s Club. If I couldn’t ride my bike to it, then it didn’t exist. But all of these options were only available to those who had motorized transport. Brazoria, West Columbia, and Sweeny all had public libraries, of course-the closest to where I lived. Dalton and a Walden Books (God rest their souls).
And in the Brazos Mall there was, of course, a B. It’s not that there weren’t any-Lake Jackson had a Hastings, and there was a wonderful used bookstore called The Book Rack that formed my mental template for used book stores. This may be due to the fact that I grew up in Wild Peach, Texas, where bookstores were nonexistent, and even public libraries were hard to come by. In addition to my weird passion for grocery stores, I’m particularly fond of the book sections. Sorely. I’m so very grateful to have it back. And this was heartbreaking, because there was a time where I visited bookstores nearly every day of my life, browsing the titles, sitting with a cup of coffee to read or write, soaking in the inspiration and ambience, the sheer psychic energy that comes with being surrounded by the works of other authors. In fact, there were at least four aisles of books, including tables where titles were stacked and displayed.Īt that point in our #vanlife journey, we hadn’t had much opportunity to visit bookstores, thanks to pandemic restrictions. In addition to food and groceries the place sold just about anything you can imagine-tools, camping supplies, electronics, and best of all, books. And especially stores like the one we were exploring, which was more of a big box store chain, I guess (albeit one I’d never heard of prior to that visit).
I don’t know what it is, exactly, but they bring me great comfort.
It was some private time for both of us-something we need, every now and then, when circumstances (such as rain or other inclement weather) have us cooped up for too long. Kara was doing some solo browsing of her own. I was in an Meijer’s grocery story in Michigan, about a year ago, taking the time to explore the aisles and be “not in the van” for an hour or so.
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