During our 11-day trip to the West Coast last month, we visited a total of six bookstores, including three in one day in San Fransisco.
Upon returning to Connecticut, we promptly visited two more.
Yesterday we visited another.
One of the booksellers, in listening to my kids talk about books, said, “You’re like a fictional literary family.”
It’s a lucky thing when a bookstore makes your children just as happy – and perhaps happier – as an amusement park or round of minigolf.
It’s also sometimes, oddly, a little annoying, particularly when you’d like to putt a ball under a musical windmill or ride a roller coaster.
Too much of any good thing can sometimes be too much.
