I don’t really know what to say about Borders.
The Borders in Downtown Crossing has been one of my favorite places in Boston for years.
Almost a decade ago I spent all my lunch breaks there, while working temporary office jobs.
I used to wonder then–fleeting, not-particularly-serious wonderings–if someday I might have a book on those shelves, in that space.
I am missing that opportunity by a matter of months. Weeks, really.
I visited for what will likely be the last time today. It’s still busy. The checkout line was huge. People are buying books, and I don’t think it’s just because they’re 20% off.
I will miss this store. The windows and the light and the old bank vault doors in the back. The almost-always out-of-order escalator.
I fell in unexpected booklove in this store, many times, finding the perfect story waiting for me on its shelves.
It’s sad. I knew it was coming, but it’s still sad.
I hope someone opens an independent bookstore in Boston. I think it could do very well.