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Sisters, Oregon is a lovely small town in the shadow of the beautiful Three Sisters Mountains.  The downtown decor is western quaint.  With only a population of 1925, Sisters supports two stores, Paulina Springs Books and Lonesome Water Books. I dropped by Paulina Springs Books three years ago and picked up Owl Island by Randy Sue Coburn on the booksellers recommendation and I was looking forward to seeing how the store changed.

Bucking the bookstore trend of hunkering or closing down, Paulina Springs Books has expanded since my first visit.  They opened a sister store in Redmond, Oregon (see my review of that store and how to pronounce Paulina) and are enlarging this store by breaking through a wall and taking on additional space.  Larger didn’t change the chatty atmosphere.  I remember during my first experience that a discussion about books became a store wide conversation among the various customers and booksellers.  The same open conversations occurred again, where customers and booksellers bantered back and forth about upcoming books, YA recommendations, and great reads.

Like it’s sister store, Paulina Springs Books has a strong outdoor/nature section.  Of course, there is an emphasis on Oregon, remember the Three Sister Mountains are looming out the front window, yet I found several books to accompany me on my southwest trip (since cancelled).  I found a shelf talker recommending Refuge by Terry Tempest Williams, and when I told the bookseller I bought the book to read for a trip to the southwest, she pointed me to Red by Williams, Read the rest of this entry »

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Or, How I Found Two Laura Ingalls Wilder Books

I saw a wooden “BOOKS” sign as I exited Paulina Springs Bookstore (a review of that store soon), it was hanging from the eaves of the porch overhang on a wood sided building lined with a wood plank sidewalk.  The entire scene was straight out of “The Rifleman.”  Loaded down with my Paulina purchases, I walked over expecting to see a mish-mash antique store with a few books.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.  Peeking inside the window, the store was momentarily closed, I saw rows and rows of bookshelves.

After meandering around Sisters–when you are there you must, must, must stop for handmade ice cream at Sno-Cap, even if it’s freezy and you have to eat the ice cream with a scarf and gloves–a cute little town with fabulous views of the Cascades, I stopped back at Lonesome Water Books.   The first thing I noticed was a sideline never before witnessed in a bookstore:  vintage buttons.  Lots of buttons.  They almost made me wished I sewed.  The owner’s wife loves buttons and a portion of her collection, I learned that many were still at home, were offered for sale.  Momentarily waylaid, but then remembering I don’t sew on buttons, I started roaming the shelves.  All neatly arranged, the store has every category of books imaginable.  My favorite:  Autos, Fire Engines, Tractors, Small Engines and Bikes, this category of books was new to me, but it took up two shelves.

In the memoir section, I tripped over a hardback early edition of  On the Way Home by Laura Ingalls Wilder, a diary of her move with Almanzo and Rose from South Dakota to Mansfield, Missouri.  I thought I had read everything by Laura Ingalls Wilder.  I devoured the entire series multiple times as a child, then couldn’t wait to read them to my children (it was so hard not to sob when Jack died), and finally read much of the series again in a sod house when Leslie and I took our daughters on a Little House on the Prairie trip from one Ingalls homestead to another.  I explained to the clerk how excited I was to find the book, how I had traveled to the places Wilder lived.  Prior to this conversation, the clerk and I had run into each other in the aisles, but hadn’t spoken.  He listened to me, nodded twice, asked me to wait a  moment, then walked to another part of the store.  I heard books moving around, a few humps and then he returned with a first edition of West from Home:  Letters of Laura Ingalls Wilder, San Francisco 1915 and placed it in front of me as if it was a gift.  And it was.  I didn’t know she was in San Francisco (visiting Rose apparently) and can’t wait to read her impressions of it.  This taciturn elderly gentleman knew exactly how to please a customer.

Lonesome Water Books

221 West Cascade Ave

Sisters, OR 97759

T:  541.549.2203

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