This one's open
We had the most pleasant evening at Books Actually yesterday. It's tucked in a corner of Tiong Bahru Road and you probably need a whole day or more to comb through the selection of books some you wouldn't find elsewhere so says my husband the reader. He was rather dismayed when Borders closed and now Page One. You know the little kid who wails when his ice cream falls off the cone? That's him everytime a bookstore closes down. I suppose it's a different experience when you're actually at a bookstore- the simple act of walking, stopping, picking a book out from the shelf, being surrounded completely by books and more books and then some more, and in some, amidst a treasure trove of memorabilia complete with the bookstore cat. We walked, stopped, looked, oohed and ahhed and fought the urge to hug the cat who was more interested in getting his dinner.