On Saturday, April 28, 2018, people celebrated Independent Bookstore Day around the country. The Pacific Northwest was chock-full of bookish delight! We love this recap of Independent Bookstore Day/ Seattle Bookstore Day from adventurers/bloggers Emily and Aaron of Two Dusty Travelers: “twodustytravelers 12 hours. 2 ferries. 123 miles. 19 independent bookstores. 2 @seabookstoreday Grand Champions!! 🎉🏆 We bought …
Last week, Brad Craft and Nick DiMartino of University Book Store in Seattle recorded their 46th Breakfast at the Bookstore podcast, marking their one year anniversary of Nick eating maple bars, Brad enjoying more unpredictable treats, and the two sharing delightful book banter to get readers everywhere more excited about books new and old. …
On Tuesday, February 25 at 7 pm, University Book Store in Seattle hosts our columnist, their bookseller, everyone’s author and favorite doodler, Brad Craft for an event for his latest book, The Serial Doodler. If you’ve never enjoyed the hilarious cartoons on his internationally notorious website Usedbuyer2.0 then you’re in for a spectacular opportunity. University Book Store’s …
I’m in a rather Biblical state of mind. Not usual for me—but then having grown up in the fly-over, I suppose it was inescapable that now and again my point of reference should be Old Testament. Signs and wonders and all that, signs and wonders. The difficulty is avoiding the prophetic voice. In the first …
There may not be a lot on which one may still count in the book business nowadays. Terms change. Publishers merge. Books go out of print. That first customer of the day? Just came in to use the phone. Ain’t always easy, pushing literature. That’s why, I suspect so many of us still cling to …
You know how it’s okay to make fat jokes if—and only if—one is fat? Well, I’m fat. I also sport a relatively long white beard. Santa Claus references will happen. I get that. One gets you a pass. Two, I start to get a little testy. Three and I’m going to use the wart on …
If I had to say what I do for a living, I’d say I buy and sell books–though it’s calendars mostly at the moment. Anyway, I’m proud to have the word “bookseller” after my name on various forms and documents. Mine’s an honorable occupation, and I’m part of a long and largely respectable tradition. It’s …
I’m a primitive. Now, in my case, you could take that more than one way. There’s my redneck pedigree, my preference for white socks, the caveman beard. I like steak, prefer 19th Century novels to 21st Century anything, and when I think I’m being flirtatious, the husband asks if I’m hungry, or angry or . …
I’m remembering my grandmother’s vacation purse. You know the one, embroidered straw, maybe a palm tree, or a red lobster on one side and a blue crab on the other, maybe “Hawaiian” flowers. There was nothing to say Grandma had been anywhere much, but even if that purse was only from a summer road-trip, it …
I just don’t believe in the End of the World anymore. How many times has that been just around the corner? Never happens. I’m not saying it never will, but I don’t think it’s something on which anyone should still be counting. That gloomy Spenglerian habit of foreseeing The Decline of the West, The End …
