I don’t often venture into Manhattan anymore, but I’ve always had a fondness for the city. I don’t even mind riding the subway. But when I found myself needing to take my son downtown (see post below) and having two free hours to wander around, I, of course, headed for the nearest bookstore–the behemoth Barnes and Noble on 66th and Broadway.
Man! What a store! I know some people love rambling, one-floor stores, but I’m a New Yorker. I appreciate height. Here I had three floors of books, books, books; another floor with more books and a special enclosed author signing room with chairs that actually look comfortable to sit on; then another floor of books and a cafe to at the top to toast them.
And they had a couple of my books in stock!!!! Lawdy, I was like to faint dead away.
This is my new Mecca. Another pilgrimage is planned soon.
That sounds like fun! I think I’d get lost in that bookstore for hours and hours.
My doctor and dentist are in that area, so whenever I pay them a visit, I treat myself for being a good girl and stop by the bookstore for a book. Sometimes, I’d treat myself to something at Tower records, which was right across from B&N, but that’s no longer there anymore. Glad the bookstore’s still there.
Paz