by Jordan, Bookseller
I can tell spring is coming or perhaps just a minute away. The days are longer. The sun is brighter and higher in the sky. The wind doesn't slice through eight layers of wool. So spring. Or as close as we come here in New England.
But just as the time to burst free from our winter cages of small apartments and layers of outerwear arrived, staying inside and wearing masks became the norm instead. So I am doing the responsible thing. I venture out to my porch and take the occasional quick walk - on high alert for how to avoid others - but otherwise I stay in and look at the "to read" pile I have never managed to get through (the peril of being a decade-long bookseller).
I have always escaped, traveled, and found solace in books, and why should now be any different? Anyone can dive into a new time and place whenever they want; that is the utter magic of books. And you don't need a travel memoir to do so, either.
In just a five-minute rummage of my shelves, I pulled together a stack of favorite doors. Doors to the entire world. Doors to worlds that have been, could have been, or might be. Doors that move and shift depending on the reader's moods, experiences, or desires.
And the very best thing about this kind traveling? I get to bring my favorite mug full of coffee.
Here we have (top to bottom):