Lemuria is one of the best independent bookstores in the South, and a Jackson treasure.
I had to go there today to pick up one of my presents – Renee had ordered it off their website, and then had them wrap it so I could stop by and pick it up on my way home.
She’s clever, that one is.
When I’m in a depression flare up, I try to go to the bookstore. There is a big Barnes and Nobles in the suburb here: I order a large hot cafe mocha (with whipped cream) and I turn off my phone and I just browse.
I will look at the business books to see what snake oil is selling now (it’s very AI focused at the moment). I’ll browse the prize winners, look at gardening or craft books, will browse the nature section, will look to see if my favorite fiction writers have anything new.
It really isn’t about buying something, although I usually do. It’s more like going to church and having my faith in the goodness of the world restored.
