We went up to Northern California to visit the family for Easter this past weekend. It’s the first time we’ve flown anywhere as a family since Covid and it felt great to travel again, even if just a little jaunt up to San Jose. It reminded me that my kids are not little anymore, which, on the downside means we don’t get priority family boarding, but also means I can get them situated at the gate and then wander back to the bookstore to pass the time until boarding begins. I LOVE airport bookstores. I mean, I love all bookstores, but airport bookstores are particularly great because
1. They exist in a place where you have time to kill. True, you could sit and play candy crush or wordle or whatever while you wait for your plane, or you could go gaze at the books.
2. It’s always interesting to see what books they have on the shelf. Some are brand new. Some were best sellers YEARS ago and a little voice in my head always marvels: their still stocking THAT book?
3. It feels like visiting friends. Maybe it’s me, but when I see a book I’ve read and loved, it’s almost as fun as running into an old friend. I want to stop the people shopping for Dramamine and People Magazines and tell them: “this, this book, you should buy this.”
Funny enough, I myself almost never buy books at the airport. Frankly, if I paid full price for even a fraction of my reads it would be a significant yearly expense. I’m more of a library kind of girl. Paperback at least. How about you?
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