Me in a bookstore is like me on heroin. I’ve never done heroine, and perhaps some people will think me shallow to compare to this life-changing, life-breaking drug, but I’m doing it anyway.
The fact is that when I’m in a bookstore. I’m lost. I’m dazed. I’m thrilled. I’m excited. I lose all sense of time and space. Time moves as the pages move. Space is between the black ink of the words. The feel of slick front covers. The smell of serif fonts pressed onto the page. I get intoxicated.
I haven’t been to a bookstore in a long time. Let me re-phrase. I haven’t been to a bookstore by myself in a long time. Going to the bookstore by myself is what pulls my comparison from crack to heroin. (Isn’t it interesting that less the letter ‘e’, heroine is heroin.) It’s what moves me into a deeper realm of love and passion.
I came here with the intention of buying Tender is the Night by F.Scott Fitzgerald. When I got to the ‘Fs’ in the Fiction section and found his name…I found what I was looking for. And more. I opened up three of this books. Read the first few lines of each. Lost my breath. Lost my mind. He is a master. I’ve not the money to buy all of this books. Just one. Just one hit.
And because I couldn’t resist. At. All. I purchased Patti Smith’s Just Kids. I know it will change my life. Like heroin.
I picked up a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James. Turned to page 110 and started reading the sex scene. Skipped right to that part to see what all the fuss is about. I read it through from start to finish(es). And again, I was taken away. Engulfed. Heated up. Yeah, it caused a flicker of heat down there. As it’s meant to do, right?
That was me. Standing in the Fiction section reading a sex scene in Fifty Shades of Grey. Getting turned on. Basking in the pages. The words. The characters. The stories. And the gods who write them.
Me in a bookstore is me high. High because where there are books there is heaven. I suppose then, there really is no need for me to try the real stuff. Poke myself. Get filled up on heroin. I’ll stick to heroines. On the pages. Get high on books. Get high from writers.
What I will continue to get high on at home: