After my day of walking and bookstoring (it’s a word), I was starting to get peckish and decided to head back toward Capitol Hill to find food and The Elliott Bay Book Company.
Clearly a fabulous independent bookstore if ever there was one, but I should mention that buying new books seemed doubly stupid at the time not just because I didn’t have room in my suitcase, but also because the Politics & Prose member sale was coming up on the following weekend. Still, I bought books.
hogglestock 
Wonderful!!
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Yeay for never ever stopping to buy books…
I know the feeling.. and fully concur!!!
cheers
leonie..
Seattle look so beautifulxx
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Love Seattle, was there on hols last year, and was especially excited when I read that it was packed with bookstores. I am hanging my head in shame to tell you I found only one, and it was horrible.
The owner was having a long chatty phone conversation and just glared at me then came off the phone and started unpacking boxes, giving me the occasional side glare – I don’t know what the profile of a book thief is anywhere else, but in this shop it was a 60 year old English woman. I smiled, she glared, I walked.
Aside from this I found the city charming, the food of particularly high quality and the neighbourhood we stayed in (Ballard) fascinatingly full of microbreweries.
I had to wait until I got to Powells in Portland to fill my suitcase. Next time I shall use Google maps.
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Did you buy The Sundial? I don’t have twitter didn’t vote, but that probably would have been my pick for The Reader’s summer read. It was either that or Swimming Home. But Strangers on a Train was pretty good, so I am glad to have read it.
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