I visited the Montague Bookmill in Montague, MA, and these were some of the treasures that I found.
As someone who lives a pretty stagnant life (as in, I work and a library and write in my free time, staying away from parties and roller coasters) I enjoy a little adventure once in awhile. Coming upon this little book mill was completely unexpected and absolutely satisfactory. I was lucky enough to go on a rainy day (as I love the rain) and the cosiness of the environment was at an all-time high. There were creaky floorboards, old windows, and the sound of rushing water from the river behind us. Plants overtook surfaces and books were scattered in disarray. I secretly wondered how difficult the process of getting married here would be.
It was one of those places nestled in the middle of nowhere that is delightful and stays somewhere safe in the back of your mind. I am thinking back to it now, happy that the experience was full of inspiration, and nothing can touch it.
And I did end up buying books (of course) and one of them was a book I already have a copy of (of course).
Please leave any comments if you have been to this magical place or if you have suggestions for more magical places like this that I can explore!
“You see, bookshops are dreams built of wood and
paper. They are time travel and escape and knowledge
and power. They are, simple put, the best of places.”