Powell's Books

I had the thrill today, thanks to Don and Arvilla, of visiting Powell's Books in Portland, one of the most famous bookstores in the world.

The lovely Robin and I, with Don, Arvilla, Elissa, and Dad, wandered the labyrinthine aisles of this store for about ninety minutes.


I love Powell's practice of shelving all editions--new, used, hardcover, paper, etc.--together. And the extensive selection of all genres is thrilling!

I bought a Franklin Library edition of Faulkner's The Reivers, and Robin bought a book entitled Miles the Crocodile for our grandson.


I could have spent the day there, of course. And the family fortune as well.

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