Tucked away between Prince and Jersey Streets in SoHo, and easy to miss if you don’t know it’s there, the Housing Works Bookstore Cafe (126 Crosby Street) is the perfect coffee spot for romantic bibliophiles. Walk in to the bookstore, and after checking your bag at the front, check out the low-priced used books for sale and work your way to the back where you can purchase some coffee. Amp up the romance by grabbing some Shakespeare or a book of poetry and read to your date as he sips some mochachino.
Thanks ehow! Although we did away with bag check almost 5 years ago…
Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing. (Harper Lee)
I nearly always write, just as I nearly always breathe.
When I don’t write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.
With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
(Carlos Ruiz Zafón)
He loved a book because it was a book; he loved its odor, its form, its title. What he loved in a manuscript was its old illegible date, the bizarre and strange Gothic characters, the heavy gilding which loaded its drawings. It was its pages covered with dust — dust of which he breathed the sweet and tender perfume with delight.
I whispered the thrilling words to myself, then lifted the book to my nose and breathed the ink from its pages. The scent of possibilities.
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