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When I was younger, I'd spend some parts of Christmas and summer vacation at the bookstore. The entire day would pass in pages. I'd skip from shelf to shelf, plucking whatever struck me, sometimes literally (and shamefully) judging by the cover, sometimes not.
But now, those types of days never happen. Even "vacations" are spent catching up---with friends, responsibilities, work....Worries of all types linger in the back of my mind, preventing me from ever just living in the bookstore for a day.
So today, I made a tiny promise to myself: to spend an entire day there again. I circled the date in my calendar, am treating it like any other responsibility.
Because life is short and there are just too many amazing books....