Or, why I love used bookstores and exploring my new home state…
We were in Dayton yesterday evening for a meet-up with friends. As the evening of beer tasting, food, cigars and tall tales went on, I excused myself and slipped off on a little errand of my own. I’d been in Bonnet’s Books once before. Unfortunately, the tight quarters and leaning stacks of books set the First Reader’s claustrophobia off, and we’d left without much of a chance to really shop. This time I was going on my own, and I had a little list of books I was looking for.
I had fun. I found two out of the three books I was looking for – and, bonus, for less than buying them on Amazon with shipping – both of them for research on a writing project. Bonnet’s is one of those stores, with odd-shaped shelves, teetering stacks of books, and eclectic oddments literally everywhere (see the pictures?) that I have a great affection for. Sure, I had to ask for help to find what I needed, but that was only because I knew I had thirty minutes before the shop closed. And besides that, if I hadn’t asked, I wouldn’t have had a really nice conversation with the shop owner about science fiction, the state of fandom, and the Hugo Awards. It was pleasant, even if I likely did keep him from closing on time!
If you’re passing through Dayton, or live nearby and didn’t know about it, I highly recommend a trip. Who knows what you will find in there, and I know next time I do go, I will be carrying a longer list! Also, a bag of books – he offers credit for used books in good condition.