In the UK, the Easter holiday is a four-day weekend. This is not a thing in the US, so we decide to visit Cambridge on our first official outing outside of London. It’s a dreary day (and also happens to be the day and location of Stephen Hawking’s funeral), but we take a morning train in, grab some brunch at a local restaurant, and then wander into the city center.

Of course, I’ve done some research, so I know that we want to head to Heffers, which is part of the Blackwell’s chain of bookshops.

They are in the midst of relocating some sections, so the shop is a little challenging to navigate. Still we both manage to come away with some books that strike our fancy. I’m excited for Dear Madame President, which should be both a quick and hopeful read.

They have a nice section of classics reset in various fancy covers (see my Persuasion pick, above). They also have a large board game section, and a nice chunk of Harry Potter memorabilia.

I’ll definitely pop back in the next time we’re in Cambridge; hopefully the relocation will be complete and it’ll be a bit easier to navigate.

Ah, Notting Hill. Most people in the US think of the film when they hear those words. And of course, the bookshop where Hugh Grant worked and met Julia Roberts.

I decide to visit the Notting Hill Bookshop today because I’m already in the area, meeting an acquaintance for drinks. The neighborhood is stunning — the homes are borderline ridiculous but I adore the architecture. This shop is just off Portobello Road, where the famous Portobello Market is held.

It’s small and easy to manage while still having a fun collection of books. They have a shelf of Jane Austen novels in various editions

…as well as some GORGEOUS collections that would look great on a shelf. They also have some interesting gift books (there’s a collection of Donald Tr*mp “poetry”) and many Alice in Wonderland / Peter Pan / Paddington books that seem better suited for an adult than a child. They’re just so pretty.

As I’m not in the area often (and it’s a bit of a pain to get to — either 60 minutes on the bus or two or three trains) I probably won’t make a habit of visiting, but if I’m at the market I’m definitely going to return to pick up something else (perhaps Emma?)

I know I’m going to be having lunch near Shoreditch today, so I do a check on bookshops in the neighborhood. Not far from Brick Land Bookshop is Libreria, a small, independent bookshop. Their thinking is “At Libreria we curate our books to maximise serendipity.”

I love that idea. I usually wander around bookshops looking for a book that jumps out at me. I have a list of books to buy, sure, but most of what I read ended up in my hands because it caught my eye when I was roaming the aisles and exploring the shelves.

It’s snowing today, and I can’t feel my feet, but the shop is warm. It also has a mirror wall that has me fooled into thinking the shop is twice as large as it is. There are little nooks to read in, and the shopkeeper is sitting near the front door, playing music that makes me want to leave quickly. I’m sure electronic music is something that lots of people enjoy; I do not, and so probably exit much quicker than I otherwise would have.

Even with that desire to escape the noise, I am able to find a couple of books to buy. I don’t make a beeline for the non-fiction section like I usually would, mostly because the shop isn’t really set up that way. Instead of “literature” and “philosophy” they have sections like “wanderlust” and “bad feminist.”

I recommend spending a little time on their website to learn more about this unique shop; I’ll be returning, although probably not on day that’s as cold as today.

I’ve been avoiding Waterstones, mostly because I feel like its basically the Barnes and Noble of the UK, and while I love any and all bookshops, this project is mostly about the independent ones. That said, today I find myself with a bit of time to spend prior to attending a lecture at my old university, and within close walking distance of a Waterstones – the one in Covent Garden, to be specific.

The shop is as lovely as I’ve come to expect from bookshops here; other than Foyles and possibly Clapham Books, most shops have a very old feel to them, in a good way. They have gorgeous bookcases and even when the shops are large they feel quite cozy.

This particular shop has three entrances and two levels (ground and basement), and I explore most of it. Of course I seek out the non-fiction book sections, and find that the philosophy section is named something like “critical thinking” or “smart writing.” Something lofty but also a bit clever. I’m tempted but know that I have many, many non-fiction books at home on my to be read pile.

Instead, I find today’s purchase on a display table. I’ve seen it in multiple places, and finally decide to pick it up. I mean, Reese Witherspoon has purchased the rights to turn it into a film, so why not. It looks like it’ll be a fun read when I’ve decided to take a break from some of the more career- and life-focused non-fiction books that are in my queue.

I love books, and it seems silly to avoid the chains if they might have some good options. That said, I do find the customer service here to be a bit lacking. I’m still on the hunt for Ijeoma Oluo’s book, but when I bring my purchase up to pay for it, the man working the cash register is so surly that I don’t want the interaction to last any longer than absolutely necessary. Perhaps that’s the difference – perhaps the smaller shops are more likely to have friendly book lovers working them.

Or perhaps this guy is just having a bad day.

It’s sunny but freezing out. Jason and Kelly have found a Sunday farmer’s market that they want to check out, in the neighborhood of Marylebone (which, incidentally, I’m not entirely sure I know how to pronounce). The market is small but filled with many stalls of fresh baked goods and prepared foods; a culinary school sets up shop and sells their products, which seems to me a pretty ingenious idea. After grabbing some hot drinks, we decide to wander up the high street.

Unexpectedly, we come across Daunt Books. Jason enjoys bookstore browsing as well, so Kelly suggests we go in and take our time.

It is apparently primarily a travel bookshop, with three levels of books devoted not just to your Frommer’s / Fodor’s / Lonely Planet guides, but also history and fiction set in specific nations and regions. What a fantastic idea! Instead of just going to the traditional travel section before a trip, buying a glossy guide and reading the perfunctory five pages of ‘history’ of the locale up front, this encourages the purchaser to consider learning more about the place they plan to visit. What better way to prepare for a trip to Berlin than to read about the thriving artist communities, or perhaps pick up a novel written by a resident of the town.

Despite the main focus of the shop, I end up picking up two books that aren’t necessarily travel-related: one on the beauty of silence and one on using my phone less. Can you sense a theme?

We’ve been here for nearly four weeks. I’ve come down with a cold that has (as usual) led to a nasty cough, and I’m having trouble just accepting that I need to be still. I don’t need to always be occupying my time or mind, always running around or doing something. But that can be hard with so many readily available distractions. Hopefully these books will help with that.

I can see returning to this shop prior to us starting on our travels. I know that Belgium is high on the list (Beer! Fries! Chocolate!), but I know nothing about the country and figure it would be good to get a sense before we visit. I have no doubt this shop will help with that.

I’m back again. But this time, I’ve brought Austin, because he needs to see this place. We’ve just had dinner with our friends Jason and Kelly, who had already had a trip to London scheduled before we decided to move here, so this has been a delight. Tonight they’ve got tickets to Harry Potter, so after a decent pub dinner we part ways.

Austin is as in awe as I am, and takes the same photo of the message on the wall as I did two days ago. It’s 7:30 on a Friday evening but the place is pretty full.

We make our way up to the top, winding through each section. We marvel at the detail of some of the sections. I think my favorite may just be “Contemporary Writing.” Basically it’s just a lot of non-fiction and essays that I would seek out on my own. Fantastic!

Even though I’ve literally just been here, I still manage to pick up two books: one on the politics of geography (I hope to finally figure out why Russia is interested in the Ukraine), and one on living my life as I want.

I won’t document every time I revisit a bookshop, but returning so soon and bringing Austin strikes me as worth mentioning. We sign up for the loyalty program, because of course. We will be back.

Foyles. Ah, Foyles. I’ve heard of this shop, but never actually been, at least not that I can recall. How I’ve never been here is a bit of a mystery. I guess because I hadn’t jumped back into my love of books last time I lived here, but damn. I’ve been missing out.

Although it is not nearly as large, something about this shop reminds me of Powell’s in Portland, Oregon. Maybe it’s how bright it is, or how it feels labyrinthine (even though the layout is pretty straightforward). Or perhaps its because I know I could spend days in this shop and leave with my arms full of all the books.

I mean, how perfect is this?

*sigh*

I need to get back home relatively quickly, so I don’t spent as much time here as I want. As is usually the case, I spend most of my time in the non-fiction section and finally pick up a book that’s been catching my eye for a year or so.

Who knows if this will be helpful. But I’m here in London, with no job, and the opportunity to figure out what it is I actually want to do with my professional life. Do I want to write? What does that look like? Or do I need a job in an office with a regular schedule? Is there something that involves both?

Maybe I can find a job that will allow me to prevent people from loudly speaking on mobile phones in cafes and buses (PLEASE SHUT UP, LADY SITTING NEXT TO ME IN THE CAFE).

I doubt this book is going to be what makes me finally figure it all out, but who knows. It might help.

There is a street called Cecil Court, near Charing Cross, just a short walk from the National Portrait gallery, where you can find some interesting books. It’s a street you can’t drive down, at least I don’t think you can, so it’s perfect for window shopping. I count about five bookshops, although there could be more, and I only end up visiting one.

Most of the bookshops seem focused on rare and antique books. One specifically specializes in children’s books, and has some original e.e. milne drawings of Winnie the Pooh available for purchase.

While I love books, I’m not much of a collector (although I should check to see if they have any old etiquette books), so I always feel a bit odd going into these rare book shops. I don’t want to be in the way, I’m probably not going to buy anything, and I fear I’ll manage to knock over a stack or two.

Instead, I visit Watkins. Watkins bills itself as an “esoteric” bookshop. I assume that means it will have a lot of philosophy and other high-minded books. Clearly I don’t know what words mean, because in reality this is essentially a spirituality and occult books shop.

You may or may not be shocked to learn that during and just after college I went through a pagan phase. I was looking for some spirituality and a way to connect to nature, and that seemed to work for me. In the end I ended up back in my atheist / agnostic space, venturing occasionally into the Buddhist realm with my readings.

This shop would have been 21-year-old me’s favorite place to go. It features a man in the corner doing tarot readings. It has many different sections, some obviously targeting people who are easily led astray (ahem The Secret ahem), but I think if I were to return and visit the downstairs area I might be able to find something related to meditation that could be of interest.

In the end, I won’t be likely to return, but it’s cool that this bookshop is here for folks who might benefit from it.