It was a rainy day, similar to those when one wants to stay home, make a cup of coffee and relax, watching their favorite TV program. I decided that it was a day for me when I wanted to do something different. I started going over my homework assignments, and there it was, the idea of going to the bookstore. The weather was very cold and rainy. It was not a long drive, since I live downtown, in a few minutes I was there. I parked my car and went into the bookstore. Every time I go to this store I discover new things for myself.
Every time I look at it differently. The More I go the more carefully I look around. I see things that are new to me, in reality they are old and they have been there forever, though I did not pay enough attention to them last time. As I walked in to the store this time, the first thing that caught my eye was a book called “Life is a movie”. Isn’t that right? Our whole life is a movie. Then I went to the music section, where they had all the music books. That was the time when I realized that there was music playing in the bookstore.
It matched with the environment perfectly. They had classical music on, which made the environment of the bookstore even more comfortable. This time I looked around and asked myself, “What do I see new this time? ” One might think that after visiting the same bookstore too many times, you won’t find anything new. That doesn’t apply to this bookstore. Each time I go I always find something, This time I was amazed by a picture that they had on a wall. I was looking around and something very colorful caught my eye.
It was a beautiful picture hanging on the wall, hidden in the back by some boxes where nobody would even think to look for books. I didn’t quite understand what it was but to me it was an island. It was a very different picture, one of those that you have to look at carefully to find a meaning in it. This bookstore is very unique not only because of the books that they have but because of these entire different things that one might see, if they only let their imagination free.
While I was at Dutton’s I didn’t think about time. I did not know how long I had been there. It was one of those cases when you don’t care about time. When I realized that I had never looked at my watch, I started to look for a clock. I was surprised, it was right in front of me, all that time, but I have never looked at it. Walls of books don’t let you see the clock. You forget about time as soon as you walk in to the bookstore. The time becomes unimportant. Books in my opinion should be defined as magical instruments.
When a person reads a book he or she can experience an enchanting and beautiful ride through a wonderland of dreams. Books help us dreamers keep dreaming, and bookstores are certainly keeping history alive. Some of us collect books; books that we always want to read but never seem to have time for. Every book that we read is a history: of life, of love or of the world that we live in. Every time a person reads a book, he or she creates the environment, the characters and overall the whole world of that story in their mind.
Every person’s imagination is unique. While reading the book, we look at the story from different sides; it’s as if we are in the story but invisible. This bookstore has become one of my favorite places. It has helped me to create many new memories. It is an amazing bookstore, one of those that you never forget. I hope that this bookstore lives forever and bring joys and happiness to all our lives. I would definitely recommend this bookstore to people who haven’t been there yet. They should visit for their own challenge and knowledge.