Adrift in the city of books
We made a pilgrimage to Powell’s Books in Portland today. If you’ve never been, it’s pretty amazing. Picture the biggest book store you’ve ever been in, and then imagine it as a single room in a larger store, an uberstore, if you will, with more books than Carter has little pills. Truly awesome.
I don’t know if it’s some kind of honor or not, but I found a copy of Around the Rock on the fourth shelf up in the kayaking/canoeing section. There’s a certain sense of accomplishment there, for some reason. “I made it to Powell’s!”