Book Quest

So my sister and I found a used bookstore nearby! It’s been there for thirty years or so, and I think this was my second time being there (I vaguely remember stumbling upon it with my mom years and years ago). There were walls and walls and walls of books and it smelled like old yellowing paperbacks, as you can imagine. It was so nice. Maybe this isn’t a big deal to anyone else, but there’s literally nothing like this around here. I guess what prompted me to search online in the first place was the fact that I found absolutely no poetry at my local Barnes and Noble the other day and wanted to search elsewhere. I know, I know, I should just buy everything online from Amazon, but that’s not really the point—I wanted to physically explore for books. I wanted an adventure. Unfortunately, they mostly just had romance and crime fiction and children’s books. I saw they had an old author that Nana likes, Victoria Holt, and so I bought her a book. However, there was also a small alcove that had the classics, and I spent most of my time there. I managed to pick up Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and Demian, and my sister got a book on taking care of rabbits.