I've been living in my new town since July, and I'm at a point where it's actually exploring (rather than the ever-popular "I'm totally lost and how will I ever get where I need to go" wailing) when I go out. This past weekend, a friend of mine and I went to dinner in Nyack and saw a great-looking bookstore.
It was one of those all-books-higgledy-piggledy-on-the-shelves places; a place you could spend hours in browsing and spending money. I did buy two books for myself and one for my friend (early BAFAB Week gift).
Patricia Storms so clearly illustrates why those places, those small, individual bookstores, are so much better than places like the Barnes & Noble in the Mall.