Ode To Powell's

You may wonder why I tend to link many of the books I mention to their online listings off the Powell's website rather than Amazon and the like. The reason dates back to the months I spent right after graduating from college. I arrived in Portland, OR with a car full of everything I owned, no place to stay, no job prospects, and not much money of which to speak. I spent most of my days hanging out in the downtown library, but that's another story. Eventually I found shelter, food, and other staples and began to explore the city a little more thoroughly. And Powell's, sweet sweet Powell's, was one of my favorite places to go. I'd camp out in their cafe with a big old cookie and read the His Dark Materials books, one after another after another. Probably a very big factor in why I became a children's librarian later.

It is difficult to live in Portland and not love Powell's. Now my love has been paid back to me. The Powell's blog, which I check faithfully, has added me to their listing of literary bloggers. I couldn't be prouder. Thank you, you big ole beautiful bookstore. If I ever move back to the Pacific Northwest, you will be the first place I go.