Chestertown is one of those places I dream about escaping to on weekends (like this short getaway last summer). Not least because, in addition to the water and historic, tree-lined streets, it features *two* independent bookshops.
The Book Plate is a very well-curated shop right in the main historic section of town.
It has an inviting, warm decor: natural light, upholstered chairs that feel like they might have come from someone’s living room, a long oriental runner. The front room features an eclectic collection of chapbooks and ephemera that totally sucked us in and had us laughing.
And the heart of the bookstore reflects its college-town surroundings. There are several shelves dedicated to writers from the New Yorker, and an extensive feminist section that includes some impressive tomes.
(The one bone I’d pick is the signage here: “By Women, About Women” is fantastic. But I question “For Women.” It seems to me that the next important step in gender studies… and in literary equity as a whole, is to have books by and about women be FOR both women and men.)
As our spring continues to lag behind, I’ve been dreaming about whiling away a morning at Book Plate… and then a long afternoon eating crabcakes on a Chester River dock. Soon, I hope…