What could be better than strolling the aisles of a bookstore, where one may choose a selection from among hundreds, balance the weight of a hard or soft cover volume in one's hand, sniff the paper as one turns the pages, listen to the sheets softly ruffle with ample promise beneath his or her fingertips, knowing that the gem in your hand represents something akin to the mystery of turning wine into blood, or rather the transformation of ink into imagination?

If you're like me and enjoy perusing bookstores, a pastime that's both comforting and stimulating at the same time, then it's likely you enjoy poking your head into book shops no matter where you go–in your hometown, while visiting a neighboring locale, or when traveling to a distant land. For me, there's something about it that grounds me when I'm far from home, but that transports me when I'm shopping local.

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Fonte: Bostoniano