There's just something about bookstores isn't there? I get a similar feeling when I walk into a library, but it still can't top a bookstore for me, with rows and rows of fresh, new books waiting to be perused.
Yesterday, as I walked into Barnes and Noble, I tried to figure out what caused me to feel this way. Is it because I adore reading? The calming atmosphere? The positive energy? The neatly stacked shelves of beautifully covered books? Most likely a bit of everything. But whatever the reason, I could easily spend all day there and never get bored.
In fact, someday, if I ever go back to having a regular day job, I might just go to work for a bookstore. What a lovely place to be.