When I lived in Brooklyn, one of my favorite things to do was to walk from my home in Clinton Hill down Atlantic Avenue, hang a left on Court Street, walk a few blocks down Court and hang another left into Book Court. There, I might browse a bit, keep to myself, buy a book or two, then find a bar nearby to go sit at and read in peace with a glass of wine. It was the kind of indulgence that feels especially indulgent in New York, where time and money both seem to disappear at a faster rate than in other places. It was also an indulgence that was always worth it. After having given myself that time to walk and browse and buy and read and drink, I felt like I’d gone on some mini-staycation.
Just about anyone who loves books and who lives — or used to live — in New York loves Book Court. It’s an institution, and a great one. One, too, for which an expansion of territory could only be a good thing.
Bibliobarn in upstate New York is for sale. Book Court wants to buy it. That seems like a good idea, right?
Go BookCourt! Give them your money!