I have a thing for used bookstores. I can get lost amongst the shelves for hours and hours at a time and have a blast doing it. When I stumbled upon this cart of old books today, it did it’s job and lured me into the tiny, overcrowded store full of beaten up, dog-eared classics like Great Expectations, Emma, The Beautiful and the Damned, and Sister Carrie.
It’s my not-so-secret dream to meet a handsome, literary stranger in a used bookstore. Weird, I know.
