Curled up in a bookstore
I’ve just popped into Denver to go to the Tattered Cover which has been talked about endlessly on NPR.
It is fabulous and all wooden inside. Floors, beams, ceilings, bookshelves, furniture. It’s all wooden.
It has a coffee shop, is cosy and feels like a place of great knowledge. It’s kind of like a library, but better because the hush isn’t from fear of librarian wrath but from the peace of those inside. Sipping a coffee, hiding in a cosy nook and thumbing the pages of a good book are part of the charm of this place.
It is well-lit with soft, vintage ceiling lights – no harsh fluoro lights. The books are given plenty of space to hold their own the shelf, falling over slightly in a “pick me up” repose that makes you curious beyond the cover. Staff picks and displays abound, making ever corner you turn a new discovery.
I imagine this would be a great place to escape on a cold Denver day.
I’m excited because I now have 18 hours of Isabel Allende’s Island Beneath the Sea to listen to on my roadtrip and fill in the miles of highway to my next destination.