It's not that I don't appreciate all the online ways of finding long-lost books, getting books when you're tucked in an out-of-the-way place, have forgotten to get your niece the book you meant to until two nights before her birthday, and she lives far way.
But.
This past Friday I spent some time at Books of Wonder, a children's bookstore in Manhattan, and it was so lovely! The Elder and I wandered the wide, quiet aisles, and the selection was so thoughtful, and the (dare I say it?) vibe was so peaceful, I wanted to just stay. And while the staff offered help, they were so happily understanding when the Elder didn't want any, and we all just contentedly moseyed around, surrounding by excellent selections. I want to go back, soon.