Slept Well in Seattle
Just returned from a few days in Seattle. Last time I was there was 14 years ago; my general assessment was that people dressed extremely badly.
This time my reaction was: Check out these bookstores (and so many independents)! Seattle outranks NYC in a way that's almost embarrassing.
Returning to Elliott Bay felt the way it feels to put on a boyfriend's sweater. It's perfectly too big and it smells like him. He last wore it somewhere that involved the woods, and the nicest thing in the world is to walk across a room in it on a Sunday when there's no where to go, when there's no bad news and only breakfast or poetry or art and the people in the room have lots to say to each other.
Elliott Bay is drafty and homey. I saw a copy of A High Wind in Jamaica with a beautiful cover. Without the author, Marianne Wiggins wouldn't have written John Dollar, a book I loved when I first read it.
This time my reaction was: Check out these bookstores (and so many independents)! Seattle outranks NYC in a way that's almost embarrassing.
Returning to Elliott Bay felt the way it feels to put on a boyfriend's sweater. It's perfectly too big and it smells like him. He last wore it somewhere that involved the woods, and the nicest thing in the world is to walk across a room in it on a Sunday when there's no where to go, when there's no bad news and only breakfast or poetry or art and the people in the room have lots to say to each other.
Elliott Bay is drafty and homey. I saw a copy of A High Wind in Jamaica with a beautiful cover. Without the author, Marianne Wiggins wouldn't have written John Dollar, a book I loved when I first read it.
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