Published by admin on 07 Mar 2012
I had to drive up La Cienega between Beverly and 3rd and I’ve been on this street so many times before but not this specific turn from 3rd onto La Cienega, sit in traffic, look at Border’s… Wait a second, Border’s is gone!? And I know the lesson we all learned from You’ve Got Mail was that big bookstores are evil and killing small businesses but, um, now they’re all gone too and where do you go to just tool around and look at books? The library has its charms but my local branch certainly isn’t designed to get a person dreaming about what I’m going to read next. Between the crazies earnestly studying up on their back issues of Survival of the Gunniest, and the teenagers using it as a safe place to hang while they avoid their own homes, it’s just not browsy in there. Maybe it’s just because I know I’m merely borrowing the books, not rescuing them from a life of languishing next to a celebrity attempt at YA, or maybe it’s pure consumerism, but I LOVED big ass book stores. I *soft voice* began to love them more than libraries.
Sure, libraries hold a special place in my heart. I spent many summer days trying to check out the smuttiest romance novels without having the mean librarian tell me I was browsing the wrong shelves. Now I spend a lot of time browsing the YA section hoping people won’t think I’m sort of slow and not exactly reaching for new heights in my literary education.
We have a local, small, cute book store on Larchmont, walking distance from the house, but it’s tiny. I love it but there was something about being in a giant place filled with books that made my heart pitter pat.
The La Cienega Borders is a Chase bank now, and as I drove by I got a little something in my eye. I mean, who cries over a lost corporate giant with a bad business model? Not me, that’s for sure. *ahem*