I wonder at times why i keep visiting bookstores. Almost always i go there with no intention to buy. I just walk past the books picking up only those titles or authors that strike my eye.
Often thought when I get to know of a book I wouldn't find it anywhere. Then at times when the mood is right..I wake up have a break fast along with a good filter coffee..and set out to the book store...Once I reach the book store I take a deep breath taking in all that new book smell.. And then the SEARCH begins..
The search might go on for hours..picking books that intrigue me.. Reading the rough notes at the back of the cover to know what its about.. then taking a random page in the book and reading it..are my usual method of selection..Now these books only passed the preliminary level the next test involve finding the favorite out of these.. cos i know for a fact that buying all that at a time will make me loose interest in reading them.. I'm easily bored.
After all these trouble I dipped deep into my head to know to find out why i like going to a book store..
And then it came to me..
As I walk between the isles and I glans at the books i walk past..I read the titles, I see the cover pages..Its like meeting a lot of new people..listing to their stories..Ignoring the ones that I'm not interested in, ever so rudely..Its like going for a party where people share there stories...some are sad.. some are happy..some just the bare truths life..
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