Just as I was about to embark upon my college voyage my parents took me to Portland just to see Powell’s… long an avid reader and aspiring writer, Powell’s blew my mind. I had no idea such places existed and had only dreamed of the diverse kind of people that hung out and worked there. It’s not just the quantity (though there is that) or the hipsters (though they are there), but the vibe of local arts integrated with the big picture. It’s a mecca, a holy place where those who love the intoxication of words come to drink, get drunk, and tell stories. There’s no other place like it. If you love books, reading, authors, writing… you have to make it here at least once. But plan on spending plenty of time there.