When I first moved to Clifton, almost right across the street from me was New World Books, an independent bookstore. I loved it. The service was always cheery and helpful and if they didn’t have the book I wanted—and they often didn’t as it was a pretty tiny bookstore—they would always order it for me.
I would always go there, because I figured they needed the business. I always tried to avoid the “chains” as they are driving small bookstores out of business.
I’m no longer in Clifton and neither is New World Books. I guess I knew it all along, but they couldn’t compete with those large, massive booksellers.
I was thinking of New World Books this morning as I read this article by novelist Ann Patchett and her love for a little bookstore in Petoskey, Michigan. Here I go sharing again.
(Photo from the New York Times)