Borders, the best hangout by far.

I’ve been to Borders twice within the last week and I must say, its one of my favorite locations.
Both times, I spent at least three hours there. I love being surrounded by books. I love getting to walk a few yards and have the books change from literary classics to political commentary.
Maybe this all roots back to my love of reading, but I think it’s a fabulous place even if you don’t read that often. My friends mock me for being able to stay silent for three hours, just buzzing from book to book like a bee.
I just can’t help myself, I feel completely at peace reading about the political climate of the sixties, renaissance queens, the fall of Edie Sedgwick, and the musical genius that was the Beatles. The atmosphere of a Borders is reason enough to go.
It smells like a mixture of fresh toner and black coffee. There are college kids sipping caffeine in the cafe, old men playing chess, little kids begging for picture books, and people carefully examining tall shelves of books.
If there is a utopia for everyone, I’ve found mine, and it is Borders.

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