For the first time in a while, I took a trip to Barnes and Noble in order to get my brother a graduation present: A Rick and Morty comic book. Arriving around 8:30 pm, I thought I only had a half an hour to get in and get out. Turns out, I had until 10 pm to indulge in the many rows of books. And boy did I take my time.
At first, I had no idea where to look for the comic. There had to be a comic section somewhere, right? When I finally found it, I skimmed through the different sections and they all related to superheroes so I figured it was somewhere else. After walking through the shelves, I gave up and asked someone who worked there. Sure enough, it was in the section I had just looked through; I missed it entirely.
Since I still had time to spare before checking out, I decided to look around. I love reading and I never seem it have enough time for it these days. I guess I should stop watching Netflix all the time and pick up a book every once and a while. I could quite literally spend a whole day inside of a bookstore or a library, looking from shelf to shelf, finding new books to add to my reading list. I usually go home with at least five or six books every time I go. More often than not, I’m not able to read them all by the time it’s time to renew but at least I have the option to pick one up whenever I want.
While looking at the teen fiction section, I found a new author to look into and a reminder to go to the library when I get home. There are so many options and always more to come. I can’t wait to search for my next escape.
Following the teen section, I made my way to the poetry. I’ve always enjoyed poems because they let you see inside someone’s soul, usually finding the darkness that consumes them. Hidden metaphors and similes flow on the pages waiting for those who share their feelings to come along and read them. That’s exactly what I did.
I read a whole book before the store closed. Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur has been on my reading list for a while now and I got to cross it off by finishing the entire thing in one sitting in a bookstore. It wasn’t what I had planned for my night but I wouldn’t change it. I loved every minute of it.
Along with opening my eyes to the world of books once again, I also realized that a date to the bookstore would be a perfect date. Finding someone who enjoys books just as much as I do would be amazing, regardless of what genre they’re interested in. I want to see their eyes light up when they talk about their favorite book, retelling the story from their point of view. Different people can read the same book and get a different interpretation. One of the many reasons I find books fascinating.
