Powell-mania

Becca insisted we go to Powell's Books while we were in Portland. She waxed on and on about how great of a bookstore it was. We relented since the store was right next to the restaurant we were going for dinner, and truthfully, I didn't think much about it even though I love books. A bookstore is a bookstore!

How wrong was I!! And, now that I've dragged Scott there too... how wrong was Scott! Powell's is gigantic, with rooms upon rooms of books all lined up neatly on tall tall shelves. You see it from the outside and think: it's just one city block, what's the big deal? Yes, it's one block, but with several floors - it ends up being 1.6 acres! Of books! Under one roof! Normally, you can spend an hour in Borders or B&N easily, but this is ridiculous - it's like Disneyland, you need several hours to enjoy yourself. You can wander from the blue room to the purple room to the gold room and find just about any book you want under the rainbow. The best part is some of the books are (gently) used and priced very reasonably! It's simple awesome.

It is a little overwhelming actually since there is too much to choose from. We did our best though, and got a few books. Scott has recently gotten really into Jeff Shaara books, so he grabbed a bunch at Powell's. I bought several ones I've been meaning to read, and some news ones that just caught my eye.

Yay! Now we have enough reading material to keep us busy until Christmas!