
In many parts of the country, June means summer vacation. But here in Seattle, kids go to school right up to the end of June. It’s a pretty busy month for me too.
Read MoreI’m not sure why, but it’s extremely rare in K-drama for male love interest to grow up with his biological parents. This does not seem to reflect Korean culture in real life. Wikipedia says that Korea doesn’t have a strong culture of adoption, and Korea was the origin of America’s international adoption industry after the Korean War. Yet something makes this a compelling trope for K-drama.
In K-drama, the boy was usually abandoned or orphaned at an older age rather than as an infant. This is always a major trauma, although often subject to amnesia. It does not seem to be a romanticized idea of the woman meeting all of a man’s emotional needs; in many cases, the boy has landed in a loving and supportive adoptive family. It is often tied to the nearly mandatory secret childhood connection. If your parents died in a car accident or a fire, it’s a safe bet your one true love lost their parents in the same tragedy. Since most K-drama parents die in traffic accidents and fires, this means that many female leads are also adopted. But I have yet to watch a K-drama where the female lead is orphaned, and the male lead’s biological family is intact. So the trope seems to be specific to male leads.
The reason is a mystery, but as the length of the example list below shows, something makes adopted boys more lovable.
Read MoreI can be a completist, but I’ve always approached Independent Bookstore Day with a more circumscribed plan. I’ve worked in an outward spiral from my home until I ran out of time; picked one bookstore; and hit all the outliers that I usually don’t try to reach. But my most frequent approach is to stay within the Seattle city limits and only visit stores I’ve never been to before. That’s what I did this year.
This year we planned a route that took us in a circle that started in the East before heading way down South and then working our way in a nearly straight line North again.
We started on Capitol Hill at the recently opened Nook and Cranny. The tiny, one room shop follows a whimsical thematic system of organization. I thought it would drive my Library of Congress-shelving OCD heart crazy. But in that small space and in a browsing mood, it really works. It might have helped that the bookseller seems to have similar taste to me. I ended up buying Iain Reid’s “We Spread” in the Aging section and “Salt Houses” in – I can’t quite remember. Something about journeys, I think. Or maybe Muslim and Arab authors?
Okay, I lied. It wasn’t all new bookstores. I think we’ve visited Ada’s Technical Books every year, and before the pandemic used to go to a monthly teens book club. It wasn’t part of the plan this year, but Ada’s is only a block away from Nook and Cranny. In fact, we ended up parked closer to Ada’s. So we popped in and I picked up a charming little book called “On Bullshit.”
It’s a long way from Capitol Hill to West Seattle, past the Junction even, with many freeway lane changes. I was so stressed out by the time we got there I had to sit on a bench for a while to unwind. But in the end, Paper Boat Booksellers was worth the trip. It was exactly what you want in your neighborhood bookstore. They had half a bookshelf devoted to folklore, great kids and YA sections. They even had the Norigami manga omnibus. In the end, though, I restrained myself because my kid found so many things they wanted. We got “Dear Mothman” and “Twistwood Tales.”
If driving to West Seattle was bad, parking in Pioneer Square is worse. Fortunately, we could hit multiple bookstores without moving the car. Arundel Books is both a publisher and a bookseller. They have a whole Restricted Area filled with rare books, and the front of the shop sells new and used books all mixed together. It’s not your typical Seattle bookstore. There is a unique guiding hand behind their selections. A whole section on Pacific Northwest natural and Indigenous history; a shelf full of museum exhibition books. I picked up “Botanical Curses and Poisons” in their witchy section, despite the spider on the cover.
Open Books Poetry Emporium is one of my Bookstore Day favorites, but they’ve moved to a new location just a few blocks from Arundel. It’s a bigger space than they had before, which allows for a looser interpretation of their mission as well as some creative decorative vignettes. But it still doesn’t have quite the charm of the old place in my mind. Nevertheless, we went a little rogue with our own mission and ended up buying three books and picking up lots of swag. My kid got “Fairy Poems.” I found Lo Fu’s “Stone Cell” in the half off racks and Olav Hauge “The Dream We Carry” was on my list because a few days earlier I had just watched a video about him on the channel of a YouTuber I follow. I meant to look for a book by Zhang Er, who wrote the libretto to “Tacoma Method” but our parking meter was running out and I forgot. Good thing I had already ordered one of her books direct from the publisher.
We could have walked to Pike Place Market for Left Bank Books Collective, but the meter was running out, so we parked again in Belltown and walked back. As expected, my teen was pleased with the sizable queer studies section, and we both were surprised how many books on our list could be found in the fiction section. I spent a lot of time looking at African history but couldn’t find anything precolonial. So in the end our purchases ended up being random finds: “A Song Below Water” and “Black Metal Rainbows.” We discovered we had left our passports in the car, a sure sign that we were shopped out for the day.
Despite traffic and parking in unseasonably hot weather, it was another good bookstore day. But then again, is there such a thing as a bad one?