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August 31, 2012

A library gift shop. I have gone to heaven.

My recurring fantasy about libraries is that at night, after everyone goes home, , the books come to life and mingle in a fabulous cocktail party. — Neal Wyatt

A perfect Saturday: a trip downtown to the vast and gorgeous Los Angeles Central Library to do book-related research. Before leaving, browse (and shop) their Library Store (more on that in a minute). Then walk a few blocks over to the Grand Central Market, most specifically to market vendor MF Gourmet, for the most decadent grilled cheese you’ve ever eaten. Then skip around the corner to the historic Million Dollar Theater to see a screening of a classic black and white film…

But back to that Library Store.

I’m a writer, of course, and a voracious reader, and so I completely and rather scarily nerd out over anything that has to do with writing and reading. I also love gift shops. LOVE them! And I’m not a girl who generally enjoys shopping just for shopping’s sake. So you can imagine the way my head spins when I merely step inside the Library Store, which is one of the most fun and creative gift shops I’ve ever seen– and it’s in a library! The store has everything from Reading is Sexy mugs and bumper stickers (I’m a longtime fan of the artist, Sarah Utter) to literary coasters to some swanky knee-high bookworm socks to typewriter placemats to a Personal Library Kit, which I would have done just about anything for as a little girl because– it may not surprise anyone– I used to love playing “Library” almost as much as “Charlie’s Angels.” Because I’m an only child, I would make my mother, cats, friends, and, on rare occasion, my father check out my books, which, at the time, were things like Little Bear’s Visit and The World of Christopher Robin. I loved saying, “Those will be due a week from tomorrow.”