“There’s a spring in my step when I see a little indie bookstore down the way, with a tea mug carved out of wood hanging in the window. Another wooden sign declares its cute and utterly perfect name: Books and Boba.
Oh, this is heaven. Round bean bags are scattered among the long shelves, crammed with everything from picture books to young adult novels to coffee table books. The tea is forgotten as I pick up a graphic novel I’ve been looking forward to and start flipping through the pages. And then there’s another new release that I want—I add it to my pile. Then another, then—
I’ve got a stack of ten books by the time I make it to one of the bean bags, this one in a funky electric-blue daisy pattern.”