I’ve worked in Gladewater, Texas for a little over a year now.
…there aren’t too terribly many options for how to spend a lunch hour. (Population 6,228 and all).
Unless you’re into antiques.
And I’m not.
I’ve spent many hours perusing Goodwill, browsing Brookshire’s, or sitting in my car in the Sonic parking lot playing Words With Friends. Wow. My social life seems sort of pathetic now that I think about it…
I’ve lamented my lack of lunch-hour options for a year now — a YEAR! — so it seems sort of unfair that I just now got wind of this…
Its a used book store. If you didn’t know, I love books.
It appears deceptively small from the street, but is loooong and narrow and crammed with books, old and newish, from the floor to (almost) the ceiling.
And it smells like old books. I love that smell. And I love the tin ceiling, and the creaky wooden floor. (If you didn’t know, I love old buildings too).
There’s a couch and two wing chairs in a little reading nook in the back corner. I will lose time in here.
So, in case I forget to return to work tomorrow afternoon, you know where to find me…