… the days spent going from one bookshop to another, when one went home on the subway with bags laden with goodies that one had no bookshelf space for and that added to the teetering stacks on tables and floors, those days that made almost any Saturday feel like Christmas—those days are now as remote as a night at the Stork Club or a Nedick’s hot dog. Yet, despite repeated resolutions to reduce my library, the books continue to pile in. Of course, they now come via the internet.
Thursday, November 02, 2017
… Bookshop Memories | The Hopkins Review | Johns Hopkins University. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)