Mary Ann’s Mostly Books

Oh Mary Ann.
You wonderfully hermetic character, you.
YOU are why I love the small enclaves of Arizona, the non-​stop barrage of motley individuals who survive and thrive in the dusty nomad-​lands of this kooky state.
Stacked waist high and piled even higher, there are thousands of books crammed in this wee store. Old and used are mixed with brand new, no discounts on new books, just a «new» sticker and a higher price to compare to the old. It’s dusty and there are remnants of bugs gone-​by, but I adore the ambiance, the musty funk of so many words, memories and folks who came before me, marveling at the awesome regional collection, the endless mysteries and love stories, like life, so haphazard and ephemeral.