Finding Inspiration in Bookstores

by Nicole Trilivas

Me, every time I go into a cute bookstore

Me, every time I go into a cute bookstore

When I’m unmotivated or feeling down on myself for not yet accomplishing my dream of being a real life published author, I take myself to a bookstore and swing around the shelves in a cute French blue apron dress. (Just kidding about that last part.) Bookstores remind me that there are a million ideas out there and that a million people wrote about those ideas, so why can’t I do the same? Plus bookstores just feel nice, don’t they? I love running my hand over those matte covers and that fluttery sound that the pages make when you thumb the spine. Plus, have you noticed that very few people are grumpy in bookstores? They’re just happy places.

When I worked in advertising in Manhattan, I’d often spend my lunch break at this giant Borders Books that used to be right outside of Madison Square Garden (it closed a few years ago). It was two stories; an unromantic warehouse of books. Going there used to physically hurt sometimes because I thought of myself as such a phony–I was working in advertising, while secretly pining to become a full-time writer. I felt like such a cliche. ” If only I had gotten an MFA in writing!” I used to yell at myself as if that was some catch-all solution.

I worked that nine-to-five for years, living at home in Long Island saving up my pennies, being like, “Ugh, this poor provincial town!”

Back then, I’d didn’t know that one day, I’d take myself to London to do nothing but write for a few months. I’d live in walking distance to Daunt Books (pictured at the top of this blog) in beautiful Holland Park. I didn’t know that one day I’d be so lucky as to spend a rainy afternoon in Shakespeare and Company in Paris.

I haven’t yet accomplished all my writing goals, but there will always be bookstores to visit in the meantime.

Shakespeare And Company in Paris, on a rainy winter day

Shakespeare And Company in Paris, on a rainy winter day

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