For those of you who have never been there, Powell’s Books is like no other bookstore I’ve ever seen.
It takes up a whole city block. As I mentioned before on the blog, I’ve only been there once, and that was only for a bare 45 minutes or so. Even so, that was enough time for me to get lost.
And I’m not speaking metaphorically here. I was actually physically lost. Lost as in, “I don’t know where I came in or how I can get out.”
Simply said, if heaven turns out to be something like Powell’s, I wouldn’t complain too much.
As if that weren’t enough coolness all by itself, a friend recently stopped there and snapped a few pictures of what he found.
(Click to Embiggen) Awww…. Thank you Powell’s.
(Click to Embiggen) Wow. That’s unprecedentedly forthright. Thanks again, Powell’s.
And just a couple days ago, someone sent me a link to Powell’s “Puddly Awards” where customers and staff pick their favorite books. Even better, Powell’s then sells those books at a discount until the end of February. So you’ve still got a week or so to take advantage of it.
That’s the hat trick. Thanks a third time, Powell’s.
More soon,
pat
