Clarissa M.
Yelp
Hello, my name is Clarissa and Armchair Books is my spirit animal. I know that doesn't make sense, but just go with it--sometimes people don't make sense when they're in love!
Armchair Books is a little gem in the already delightful area of Grassmarket. (Seriously: cute pubs. View of castle. Mary's Milk Bar. Yeah, it's safe to say I am quite taken with Grassmarket!) I've been ogling the used bookstores in the area for some time now, and as Armchair was the only one open on a lazy Sunday jaunt, I jumped at the chance to finally explore. (Perk number one: open on a Sunday!)
As soon as you walk in you're lovingly punched in the face with that aroma of books--not the "new" smell, but that old, beloved smell that comes from books that have been owned and loved before. Then you take in the walls stacked floor to ceiling, with hand-written labeling to mark the different genres (and a cautionary handwritten warning for the use of the step-ladder), and the enchantment begins!
Usually used bookstores are a messy heaven that you have to trawl your determined bibliophile way through. However, I'm impressed by the level of organization in Armchair. Clearly marked sections, as much alphabetization as possible, and hardly any books found on the floors to be stumbled over. The place is surprisingly big and charmingly lit with wee hanging lightbulbs. But the real finds for the hubs and I were the antique books. Oh, the glory! Hardback copies on all subjects with beautiful bindings and gilded pages. Atlases and dictionaries and quirky bibliographies and more. As the permanent tourists we are, we had our camera on hand and had a delightful time taking shots of some of the more beautiful or silly books we found, and we weren't the only ones doing the same. It's understandable really--this place is fancy-camera heaven!
The only downside to my Armchair experience is that I walked out empty-handed. Let's blame it on the stimulus overload, but I won't be so shell-shockingly awed next time, mark my words!