Bookstore In Love

I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, 'Where's the self-help section?' She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose. —George Carlin

Rachel’s fallen and she can’t get up.  She must have bonked her head on the way down because she said, and I quote, “Enough about Colin.”  I have a mind to drive to Vegas tonight.  Time to watch Pride and Prejudice, The King’s Speech, A Month in the Country, Girl with a Pearl Earring, and Magic in the Moonlight all over again. What a fine idea at this late hour!  (I’ll bring the corn Rae; you supply the cokes.)  

We could tack on Shakespeare in Love if we’re feeling spry. That reminds me…we haven’t mentioned that a Riverside Shakespeare was blithely discovered (and purchased) in The Last Bookstore.  Naturally, we made our way there when we were in Cali. Rachel has officially been vindicated. And her forgettable boyfriend, Robert Whatever, can breathe a sigh of dramatic relief.  If only Bruce Young would pontificate once again for margins’ sake.  The place was pretty spacious, kinda dusty, and all around awesome.  We stayed till close.  I found a charming little book about Jane Austen. Rachel and I both purchased Far from the Madding Crowd in Penguin Clothbound.  Oh and Rae snagged a used copy of The Scarlet Pimpernel too.  What a fun memory from our trip. If you find yourself in downtown LA with a bit of spare time, be sure to check it out.  You’ll be glad you did!

Posted by Tracy