I adore books. Its sensuality, escapism, and wonder. The intelligence and creativity. How much effort goes in and how many secrets are kept inside the works…
This is probably the most romantic way I can talk about staring at pieces of dead trees and hallucinating over the squiggles. But hey, it works.
Which is also why I turned into a screaming wonder of nature when I saw Mt. Cloud Bookshop after emerging in one of the long corridors of Casa Vallejo.
The size of a salad spinner, this independent book store is a cliche-come-true. Mt. Cloud is hardly The Cemetery of Forgotten Books nor Mr. Penumbra’s 24-hour Bookstore but it is perfect – from the smell, the look, the atmosphere.
The stock is 90% local authors too, which is pretty rocking. I have not read a lot of homegrown material but there is no better place to get inspired.