Middle of the week shopping is made for new discoveries in neighborhoods. During my big birthday year of travel, the Dusty Bookshelf is a wonderful, clean, spacious feast for the eyes. As an author, I would enjoy just hanging out here to write.
The store reminded me of a movie set as tomes peeked out from the shelves or sat like small towers piled up on the floor. With a resident cat that can throw an attitude, I found the black ball of fur curled up in a cushy chair. At a nearby table, sat an old typewriter in need of use. It was love at first sight.
The staff was kind and helpful, leaving me to wander and ask questions. In my search to read a different genre, I found myself in the children’s section looking at the Nancy Drew series, (don’t judge!) one I never read before.
Just as I was about to pay for the books, postcards and bumper stickers that I gathered in my hands, stacks of books that hadn’t made it to the shelves were at my feet! The clerk allowed me to go through a few of them like an out of control child.
Overall: If I lived here, the staff would know me on a first name basis. Stopping at the Dusty Bookshelf was one of the highlights of my day.