I have to say the ability to enjoy a shopping experience for more than just the purchase is something the internet doesn't provide for me. It does, of course, provide a lower price, and we are surrounded by a culture that on all levels assumes that is a good thing.
Purple prose ahead, go read something else now.
I'm a booklover. The joy of a stumbling over an unknown second hand bookshop in a sleepy little town was always a highlight of a trip out somewhere.
Anticipating what may lie within, whether something new and undiscovered, finding a lovely little copy of an old well loved companion, or finally tracking down that elusive treasure.
The sound of the bell as the door opens - they always had little bells that instantly gave you an almost Victorian sense of auditory delight.
The smell of dust and calor gas, and in the corner, the bookseller, who would always glance up with a welcoming smile and a hello.
The pine shelving, sometimes cheap and higgledy piggledy, sometimes stern, neat and functional.
And then the books. All types and colours and sizes, jostling for your attention, waiting to be examined and cooed over, like lost and eager kittens at the RSPCA.
And the serendipity - oh the serendipity. A glance at the transport section yielding Morris Minors leaning against Massey Fergusons, or in history, Roman verse a shelf below Russian politics. That mis-shelved copy of a Penguin detective novel amongst the topography.
The unavoidable exclamation of delight when exactly the right book for the day appears, and the sense of satisfaction as you leave with an armful, happy that the transaction has brought a little profit to the owner and a heap, literally, of knowledge or fun to you or a good friend.
No child in a sweetshop could be happier than a booklover in a proper secondhand bookshop.
Or you can go onto Amazon, type in a barcode and it turns up in post. It works, it's functional, it saves you money, but the experience, for me, is just not comparable. Partly because of the internet, individual quirky bookshops with quirky owners and quirky stock have closed almost everywhere - can't compete, you know, not enough money in it, much cheaper online.
I'll buy from Amazon like everyone else, when I know exactly what I want and I know the Waterstones down the road will only order it in for me anyway, but private individual bookshops are a great pleasure of life for me and it's sad they are dying out.
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