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.

It’s sad.

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.


Categories: miscellany


Roger Kilbourne · July 28, 2011 at 9:31 pm

I know what you mean, it sucks. Mine was the one in Shrewsbury on Rt. 9. During the final days, the store reeked of rotten milk. Like someone who worked in the coffee shop had said ‘screw it, let’s leave this fridge full of dairy products without power.’

Patty Ann · August 8, 2011 at 8:40 am

will miss Borders…hope for independent book seller…

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