As part of my recent wanderings, I made the pilgrimage that every book nerd seems to do at least once: I went to the Deschutes taproom and drank a bunch of Saisons and Belgians. Oh, and I also went to Powell’s City of Books and spent way too much money there, since it was just up the street.
Powell’s is everything it’s cracked up to be. A more knowledgeable staff I’ve rarely encountered in any industry, and they’ve got everything in there. I could easily spend a few days in the place before I felt I had sufficiently explored it. This would also have the unfortunate effect of me spending many thousands of dollars, in all likelihood.
I’ve always been a big fan of Powell’s and an advocate for them as an alternative to a certain only book seller that has had less than ideal relations with authors and publishers (and, some might argue, readers). This blog is also an affiliate partner, so I would certainly appreciate you clicking through one of my links to do your shopping. It doesn’t cost you anything extra and it helps support your humble narrator, as well as encouraging Powell’s to continue it’s support of the literary community in the wider world.
And yes, you should absolutely visit in person if you get the chance.