Lisa D.
Yelp
This is my kind of bookstore: the kind that is teeming with books from floor to ceiling, from within and without; the kind where you're bound to come upon a serendipitous, rare find; the kind with a placid, pettable, portly resident cat; the kind with kind employees. The store had me at its whimsical, alliterative, and apt name before I even ventured inside. Once inside, I was impressed with the piles of used classics in the entrance way, the immaculate table of interesting new books at the center of the store, and the selection of art books. I found a one-of-a kind Francophile comic book / zine / graphic novel that resembled Betty & Veronica, Madeline, and New Yorker Cartoons for only $1. I also found a discounted mass-market paperback. As I went to check out, I appreciated the fact that, stacked near the register and a sprawled-out Tuxedo cat, were copies of Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself," the words of which still ring true in the Brooklyn of today:
"I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of
flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals.
I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice,
I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or
following,
Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the
day and night,
Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh
of work-people at their meals,
The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the
sick,
The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of
swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory
tinkles and color'd lights,
Voyaging to every port to dicker and adventure,
Hurrying with the modern crowd as eager and flickle as any,
Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him,
Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from
me a long while,
Speeding through space, speeding through heaven and the
stars,
Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring, and
the diameter of eighty thousand miles,
Speeding with tail'd meteors, throwing fire-balls like the rest,
Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,
Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,
I tread day and night such roads."