Travel Writer – Page 2 – …on the B.L.

I happened upon The Last Bookstore in downtown LA by accident, truly. I was on my way to a dinner reservation (see Los Angeles – Eating) when the strap on my high heel broke… Ugh! So I had to hobble to a Walgreens for some super glue to save the day, which it did. As I was speed walking through downtown LA to make my reservation, I walked by The Last Bookstore. Speed peeping through the window, I made a mental note to return after dinner. I did. It was worth it.

I vowed I would only spend $20 because I don’t need more books… Who am I kidding? Of course I NEED more books. I spent a bit more than $20 a few times more. I’m proud of myself; I could have spent so much more. This bookstore was amazing. Seriously.

You walk into the bookstore, and it’s marvelous. They sell both new and used books. The used books are in all but perfect condition, and at such a low price you would be stupid to buy new. Feel free to buy new, though! I was in heaven. There is the ground floor which has contemporary fiction and classical fiction and self help and cooking and rare books and biographies and more. There are hug columns, which are gorgeous. When you walk up the stairs, on each stair it says what genre awaits on the second floor. On the second floor there are art exhibits and art vendors. There is a tunnel made from books and a cute circle acting as a window to books yonder. You can find sci-fi books, mystery, foreign language, history, philosophy, psychology, you name it, you can find it. My favorite part was when I happened upon several shelves dedicated to decorative books in every array of color because, I guess, some people don’t actually read books?

Suffice to say, I could have stayed in the bookstore forever. I let my close friends know if I am ever lost they can find me here. No, in fact, I was not kidnapped; I just ran away to The Last Bookstore in LA. So if you don’t hear from me, I’ll be there!

I’m considering moving to LA just to be in close proximity to this bookstore… So if there’s anyone out there who wants to employ me for, you know, a living wage in LA, hit me up!!!

I actually visited Bald Head Island, North Carolina over Memorial weekend. I took so many pictures around the island for my Bookstagram. Between the fact I loved the island immensely and all the pictures I took, it is very easy to write about the lovely little island just South of Wilmington.

Bald Head Island is home to Old Baldy Lighthouse, a vast swamp, gorgeous wildlife, and a lovely collection of houses. It can only be reached by ferry, an expensive but worth it ferry. On the ferry, you see islands and gorgeous houses, which epitomize the North Carolina style with windows overlooking the sea and sprawling front porches. Sailing into Bald Head Island’s harbor, the lighthouse is visible past the trees and buildings. Along the coast you’ll see beautiful houses, beaches, and wildlife stretching behind. Right off the ferry, there are restaurants and a few shops lining the harbor.

Walking off the gang plank, I made a beeline for the lighthouse. On the way, the first thing I noticed was the utter lack of cars. No cars. None. The people got around by way of golf carts, bicycles, or their feet. The houses lack garages. At first, it’s disconcerting, but then I noticed there are miniature garages tucked into the tree line by the houses to accommodate the golf carts. I love the absence of cars. Golf carts have a quiet hum, unlike the rev of car engines. It provides a quiet background, allowing the sounds of nature to permeate the soul and calming the inner chaos life imposes.

The lighthouse is a towering structure dating back to 1817. It was an active lighthouse for over a hundred years between 1818 and 1935 bearing witness to the civil war. It is the oldest standing lighthouse in North Carolina. It takes a few minutes to climb to the top, but it is worth it. Climbing stairs until the very top, you have to climb up a short ladder and through a narrow hole. The top is a 360 degree wall of mirrors looking out onto the ocean and the entirety of the island. Below you can see the church steeple poking out through the thick tree tops. It’s hot at the top of the lighthouse with very little air movement, but the view is worth it.

There is a beautiful bridge crossing from the harbor over the swamp to the lighthouse, a quaint church, historical places, and houses surrounded by trees. Unfortunately, Nicholas Sparks and his movies have put the image of North Carolina in everyone’s minds. I’ve spent some time in North Carolina over the past few years because my best friend is stationed there in the military. I had never seen the North Carolina Nicholas Sparks depicts until I wandered around Bald Head Island, and begrudgingly I understand why he writes so obsessively about the state… It’s beautiful and serene. As ridiculous as it sounds, the post office even subscribes to this calm North Carolina aesthetic.

It is amazing how happy and welcoming the citizens of Bald Head Island are. Everyone smiled and waved at everyone else. It was like being home in the Midwest but on steroids. It’s how genial I image the North Pole to be on Christmas Eve. The island is populated with older people who have decided to retire there, vacationers, and those who spend holidays in their houses on the island.

I fell in love with every aspect of the island. Every spot is a reader’s paradise. The sounds of nature help you get lost in your book if you can pull your focus away from the natural beauty surrounding you. There are so many beautiful spots to cozy in with a good book. The church has a beautiful front garden with benches shaded by trees; it’s what I’ve always imagined the secret garden to look like. There are spots overlooking the harbor and simultaneously the swamp with views of the lighthouse and everything nature.

I didn’t have enough time sufficiently explore the island, but I think I could spend weeks walking around acquainting myself with this beach side community. Someday, I hope to rent a house for a month on the island to read, write, and wander. A girl can dream.