I’m a bit ashamed of myself. I have driven and walked by this bookstore many times while living here in Philadelphia. Each time, it provoked an “oh yeah!” but I was never moved to ask Joshua to stop the car. I could blame it on my fear of thrusting myself into new experiences, but it wasn’t that. I think I was just intimidated but it’s quaintness. It was like my inability to ease myself into a group conversation. Something about the tiny little bookstore with unpredictable hours made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to walk through it’s doors but I did. Oh, did I.
The books, they greet you right at the doorstep. Some huddled tight right in the brisk winter air, others tucked away from the cold in cupboards held shut by twisting latches. Within seconds of opening my first door, I had found my first piece of treasure.
Soon after I was feverishly looking through the shelves of books for some interesting find. Preferably a lovely read covered in linen and gold leafing. I found it but I was then distracted by the light jingle of a bell from the shop door – a reminder that there was plenty more to find inside.
The smell of old books wraps it’s way around you like a warm hug when you step inside. I adore the boxes in the foyer filled with postcards and maps for sale. You turn left and there it is! A small living room filled like a maze of books. There were some young but many old. the shop owner greeted me and I wasted no time asking him if any Beatrix Potter pieces were hidden away anywhere in the madness. There were three but one went home with me. Bliss.
That warm fuzzy feeling
If you don’t know anything else about me, know that I am a daydreamer and pure romantic. More often than not, I envision these fairytale moments in my head but we all know that life doesn’t work that way. I had one of those moments, though, and it happened when I wasn’t even looking for one.
I waited in the hall as the shop owner researched a book I was looking for near the children’s book section. It was dark but for some reason, this tiny red leather bound book caught my eye. It was nicely tucked away but it stood out so well. Love at first sight! The cover was gorgeous and the book was filled with sweet little tales and songs of birds and beast. I can’t wait read it with my children someday.
Go out and be brave!
Can you imagine what I would have missed out on if I had never found the courage to go into this little shop? This year, the word bravery has challenged me. I found that any sum of bravery can lead to greatest amount satisfaction. So, I encourage you to go out and be brave! You’ll never know what it will reward you!