18 Miles of Books

I love books (I know, hard to tell).  Yesterday, before we saw Serenity, Amy and I ended up in the Strand Book Store at 828 Broadway (and 12th).  It was unbelievably great – 18 miles of books, lots of old stuff – some dusty, some yellowy, but all delightfully full of paper.  And – most remarkably – there wasn’t a chair or a latte in sight.  Just like your father’s bookstore used to be.