I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen notices for incredible museum exhibits and thought I’ve got to get to that before its gone and not made it. Well, not this time. And the trip was well worth it.
I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that, strangely, no one had ever thought of bottling.
CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON
If I had to credit one thing for my obsessive love of bookstores, I think I’d have to trace it back to watching Beauty and the Beast when I was little. There is definitely video footage (which I will NOT be sharing here) of me stomping around the living room in my bright yellow Belle gown, a basket containing a book swinging wildly on my arm, singing at the top of my lungs about how there must be more than this provincial life. I remember being just as swept away with wonder as Belle was when the Beast revealed his extravagant library. Couple that with years of reading Harry Potter, idolizing Hermione Granger, and dreaming about the magnificence that is the Hogwarts Library and you’ve got a bonafide bookworm, but more than that, a beautiful bookstore and library fanatic.
So, considering all that, you can imagine that when An Unlikely Story opened in Plainville, MA, I was determined to visit as soon as possible and dragged the family along with me.
I don’t know where my obsession with fresh flowers comes from.
It might be that it’s in my genes. My great-grandfather was a florist and owned a large florist business in Philadelphia. He actually used to enter my grandmother into baby parades in the early 1930s in Wildwood and Cape May, NJ. She would pose on a float overflowing with gorgeous fresh flowers as he pulled her proudly down the boardwalk.