My trip to Maine was inspirational and relaxing. It was nice to take a breath and step away for a couple of days.
I am ridiculously in love with the ocean – especially the New England coast. So, waking up to the crashing waves, rain or shine, was bliss.
I swam in the icy ocean, read War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells and The Little Bookstore of Big Stone Gap by Wendy Welch, took longs walks on the beach, ate many many lobster rolls, went antiquing, and had some great talks with my mom, dad, and great aunt.
I also spent a lot of time scheming. I kept a little notepad around, to jot down all the little ideas I have for the shop. SO MANY IDEAS! Ah, vacation brain is so free and open.
One idea materialized as I was visiting bookstores in the area. It must be said that I ADORE bookstores. Surprising, eh? For me the only feeling that rivals stepping into a used or new independent bookstore would be the gleeful awareness of waking up on Christmas morning. The anticipation! The books waiting – The time slowing. It still happens, every. single. time.
I am completely appreciative that I can create that kind of experience for my friends, family, and customers that walk through my door. I am completely appreciative of the other folks who can create that experience for me.
So, I am starting a series documenting all of the brick-and-mortar independent bookstores that I come across; a way to support my literary kin and a way to bring their singular and special bookstores right to you. My new series – The Keepers – will share glimpses of American bookstores through notes and pictures. I hope you’ll come along for the ride!