The oddest sensation came over me when I entered Barnes & Noble’s yesterday, as if I were stepping back in time to an imagined place that only exists in storybooks. Well, of course . . . bookstores are packed with storybooks! What else should I expect?
It was the back in time sensation that took hold and wouldn’t let go. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure of the day. Yes, all seemed fine. Then why did I feel like the Witch and the Wardrobe, Alice Through the Looking Glass, Bed Knobs and Broomsticks, the Secret Garden, along with Jane Eyre, Elizabeth Bennett, and even Harry Potter, Katniss Everdeen, Bella and Edward . . . all greeted me together, to draw me inside the bookstore?
Their whispers carried the same message: “Try to come and find me and catch me if you can.”
Had I been away so long from bookstore and library shelves, that these fabled characters needed to pull me back into their stories in such a way? Had I buried my head in Facebook and eBook pages and not in the physical pages of their storybooks? Had I misplaced my focus from where it should have been–from the safest spot for any reader or writer–safe inside a good book.
What else could cause such a stir?