Powell’s Books, in downtown Portland, Oregon, claims the imposing title of being the “largest independent and used bookstore in the world.” Although I’m not entirely certain that’s true – I’ve heard its now 3rd largest in the nation or something like that – it is a terribly good place to explore.
The nickname “Powell’s City of Books” is not really an exaggeration, aside from having five or six other locations, the primary location takes up an entire city block.
I have a pretty absurd collection of books at my parent’s house waiting to be read that I amassed during regular weekend visits in high school. Powell’s was always more fun than Barnes and Noble and the like because, for one thing, the books are affordable, but there’s also that added excitement (as with any used book store) of finding books that have someone else’s writing in the margins or notes to a friend on the inside cover. Surely I’m not alone in that preference – do you prefer your books new and unmarked or previously loved?
I love the sound of that… nostalgia writing.
I know I read that in high school but I can’t remember much about it or if I even liked it. I wish I had as much time to read for fun now as I did back then. Sigh.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez is my favorite author. If you have any recommendations for similar authors I’d be more than happy to hear them. Who is your favorite author?
Anyway, places like this just seem so cozy during the fall, don’t they?
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