Over at The Daily Beast, Dave Eggers writes about Green Apple Books and calls it his favorite Bay Area bookstore. As he writes, about Green Apple’s atmosphere:
Green Apple’s floors, most of which are over a hundred years old, creak wherever you go, and when you walk upstairs, there will be small clouds of dust. The place is old, and smells old, in the best sense; it smells like paperbacks and sun and paperbacks faded in the sun. It smells of 1904, when the building was erected, and it smells of every decade and era in between. It smells of ink and leather shoes. The shelves occasionally bend in the middle. The hallways are narrow and the upstairs rooms are often small. It is a warren. It is a labyrinth.
The piece is an excerpt from a larger work by Eggers, which can be found in My Bookstore: Writers Celebrate Their Favorite Places to Browse, Read, and Shop, edited by Ronald Rice. The book is out today.
