It’s tough to start something new, or in this case, start over. I still remember the first post I wrote on the old blog, about two children under five who are now eleven and nine. But I’m not going to talk about them so much, because things change and they simply don’t want me to and really that’s not why I’m here.
I’m here to tell you about everything amazing I’ve read since then.
Here’s a new one from Christmas and it’s the one I want to start with.
I blame this gorgeous book, Footnotes from the World’s Greatest Bookstores by New Yorker cartoonist Bob Eckstein for getting me here. It is the prettiest book I own. Look here to see what I’m talking about, so many perfect postcard paintings of beautiful bookshops from around the world. I want to own and run one, just one, maybe the one in Portugal which may have inspired the staircases in Harry Potter. But instead I will work on this blog and see it as a bookshop not in selling but in collecting books and words and stories and hopefully community. Scott also said he’d build a little library for our front yard this spring so that’s almost the same and I’m sure Ann Patchett and Emma Straub (my bookstore-owning heroes) would totally agree.
So let’s go from here.