Some of you oldtimers who've been coming to this site for a while may remember the photos I posted of my bookshelves prior to the Great Unbookening of '05. A goodly portion of the books on those shelves came from a venerable used-book store called Hannelore Headley's, named for its owner and proprietor, a store which I had the great fortune to live around the corner from during my university years.
Rusty and I went back to this university town last week to visit his family, and I had an opportunity to visit Hannelore Headley's for the first time in ten years. It was like nothing had changed -- except the store has gotten even better!
Each of the many, many rooms on the shop's two floors is even fuller than I remember (those shelves of books? They're all DOUBLE-STACKED, dude!), there are even more loose piles of books creeping up from the floors to the ceilings, and the air is even more redolent with that rich, old-book smell. Mmmm-mmmm. (And does the above photo give you deja vu? Perhaps it reminds you of the used-book store aesthetic I courted in my pre-unbookening days.)
Headley's was the perfect store if you were a poor, book-loving student. It had EVERYTHING, and rarely did any book (except for the "old and fine books," which were obviously beyond my means and therefore didn't register on my radar) cost more than a fiver. Most were in the one- to two-dollar range, which meant that you could walk into the store with twenty bucks and walk out with a bulging, overflowing, book-filled grocery bag -- this being a fitting receptacle, what with the fact that you'd just spent your entire food budget for the week. But who cares! Hunger pangs come and go, but books last forever.
It came as no surprise, then, that I walked into Headley's intending to take a few photos and a brief nostalgic tour... and ended up walking out half an hour later with a bag full of books I'd later find myself struggling to force into my suitcase. On the plus side, I also got to eat dinner! Times have changed, mon frere.