Beer and bar snacks and books, oh my!

alchemy_v3_460x285I discovered while I was living in Boston that I really like reading in bars. Boston is a very good place to discover this because in Boston I feel like basically everyone does everything in bars at all times. That was my experience anyway.

So reading in bars is good. And reading at the bar in a bar (that wasn’t a typo, I mean as opposed to at a table) is the best possible scenario because bartenders are great people that will let you talk to them sometimes in exchange for tip money. So all was well in Boston with bars and the reading. But then I left Boston, and in New York I had some trouble. New York doesn’t feel like the kind of city where it’s okay to just sit alone at a bar with a book, because it feels like people are just looking at you all the time, expecting you to be cool.

But then two things happened: 1) I got over myself and 2) I moved to Park Slope, where basically everyone has a stroller and spit up on their (expensive) shirt, so it’s fine, whatever, read wherever, just don’t wake the baby. So I started reading at bars again. And that’s when I found Alchemy, the best reading bar that I have as yet experienced in my time. Alchemy is excellent for these reasons:

1) Music: not too loud, not too annoying.
2) People: not too loud, not too annoying.
3) Ommegang.
4) You know what’s even better than reading at the bar in a bar? Reading in the window in a bar. You can just sit in the window and alternate between people-watching and reading, and it’s fabulous. Except for that one time when a dude reached through the window and ate one of my (free! delicious fried chick pea) bar snacks out of my bowl. That was weird.

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Italy is nice.

My first day off studying abroad in Siena, I spent about six hours wandering around the city alone. I had no agenda, no plan for where I was headed or what I was looking for, but when, somewhere outside the walls of the city, I stumbled across a crumbling fence and weather-beaten bench overlooking the Tuscan landscape, I knew I’d found it. I stayed there, reading and gazing, until the distant hills turned blue. 1916116_171395555043_2966904_n

Of course, given that I’d been pretty much totally lost that first day, finding the bench again took a lot of studying maps and badgering locals and wandering around aimlessly in the hope of recreating the original circumstances of discovery. I swear I’m not just trying to be clever when I say that I didn’t find it again until I’d basically stopped looking. But that second time, I deliberately memorized every step back to familiar ground.

I spent a lot of time on that bench over the next few months. Sometimes I brought other people, but mostly I went there to read and do homework and stare into space for ridiculously long periods without worrying about anyone asking me what I was doing. It remains one of the best places I’ve found in all my years of place hunting, and if I’m in Siena again (please please), I’m taking my book and making a beeline back. I’m pretty sure I could find it.

At Amer’s till midnight, at least in my heart

I’m kind of a fiend for coffee shop reading. I’m pretty sure that started in college, when I used to spend eight literal hours at a time holed up in one of the booths at Amer’s on State Street in Ann Arbor. It started as studying, but after awhile it was basically my living room. Today I was looking through files on an old external hard drive, including transcripts of AIM conversations from college (super cool and productive day over here), and most of them went something like this:

them: hey

me: hey

them: what’s up

me: i’m at amer’s till midnight come by whenevs

them: maybe somewhere else?

me: no.

For graduation one of my friends bought me an Amer’s tshirt. I am wearing it right now.

amer-indoorI would kill to be there right now with a #25 (turkey, muenster, and honeycup mustard on rye), a diet coke with 25 cent refills, and a book (probably an Arabic textbook, which was mostly what I read in college).

In which I get sentimental about a tiny public park

20140725_143442Last summer, I went through a period where I was having a lot of difficulty finding time and space to myself. I lived with a lot of people and I worked with a lot of people, so alone time was hard to come by. And without alone time, I wasn’t reading anywhere near as much as I wanted to be. So I shifted the structure of my days, just enough. Instead of hanging around my apartment being useless and annoyed until I needed to leave for work, I left an hour or so earlier than I needed to, got off the bus in Harvard Square, bought an iced coffee, and spent the remaining time in JFK Park with my book.

It changed everything. Having somewhere to escape to—somewhere away from all of my roommates and friends and coworkers, somewhere no one was going to talk to me or interrupt me or ask me to do anything—saved my sanity those couple of months. Even though JFK Park is a public place full of people, I felt like it was my own sanctuary, a beautiful little patch of green designed specifically so that I could lie on my stomach in the grass with my face in a Sarah Waters novel. And though I don’t go there regularly anymore, I’m still comforted by the knowledge that it would be there if I needed it.

May 2015: Reading Spots

5977076816_582b6d4cd2_oIt’s May 2015 and that means two things. 1) May is the fifth month and 2) Read Five has now existed for a whole year. So, in honor of these two occasions, we’re going to spend the month talking about five things that aren’t books.

Of course, I say that, but this is a book blog, so it’s not like we’re going to tell you about five iPhone aps or five brands of toothpaste or anything. Dana and I are book people, obviously. But we are also place people. We like talking and thinking about places, both conceptually and specifically in relation to our lives. So we’re going to celebrate our blogiversary (. . . sorry) by writing about five of our favorite places to read.

We mean this in the specific, personal sense. As in, “this particular coffee shop in this particular city”, not “coffee shops” in general. This way, we can have more fun reminiscing. And this month, even more than all the others, is just about us having fun. Happy May!