to be honest, i’ve been slacking off on my reading. A LOT. i could come up with a thousand
excuses reasons why but suffice it to say that i’ve been “busy.” and obviously, that’s me not being very honest but what else could i chalk it up to aside from that classic cliche?
in my defense, i AM currently reading leo tolstoy’s anna karenin which is definitely an engaging book. nevermind that i have been reading it on and off (mostly off) for three months now. the last book i read was waaay back in january which was alice’s adventures in wonderland. that i read in two months. (a kindergarten could probably read it in about 3 hours (minus an hour for nap time.)
BUT… i still and always will love books.
so when i stumbled into hard to find bookshop in onehunga, auckland, i was in love. in this case, the saying “never judge a book by its cover” holds true. because from the outside, it looks like a plain old bookshop with its wooden door and signage on the glass window double-acting as a magnet for bookworms and a repellent against bibliophobics (if there is such a word.)
oh, man, it was a wonderful world of organized madness classified according to authors’ names and genre! i was virtually on my knee asking the bookshop to please marry me. if you’re into books just as much as i am, you know how it feels — the skipping of heartbeats, the loss for words, that flushing feeling of warmth running through your entire body even if it’s in the middle of winter (and in new zealand, at that!)… the whole shebang, i tell you.
when i said i stumbled into this place, i meant i wasn’t supposed to be in this place. (exactly what the word stumble into means, if you have to be really anal about it.) my aunt was supposed to drive me somewhere else so she could teach me how to get to the city but i told her i’d much rather stay in this little corner of paradise and just figure my way out in a whole new country which i’ve only been in for three hours after i’m done.
i did get lost finding my way back to my aunt’s place and was this close to a nervous breakdown but i did wing it. that bookshop was so worth the temporary mental anguish that i experienced for what seemed like a million hours.
apparently, the bookshop has been around since the 1980’s, if memory serves me right. i had a little chat with one of the staff working there and she was really friendly and all. i could tell she loved her job. i told her she has the coolest job in the world. she told me i was free to have a look around and take all the pictures my battery could afford.
so i did.
warning: the sight of books, books, books, and more books might make you feel slightly nauseous, at best. or dyslexic, at worst.