Barnes & Noble announced that it will be opening four new stores, the bookstore chain's first launches in more than two years, according to the Wall Street Journal. But B&N said its growth after years of declines wasn't caused by the recent resurgence of traditional book sales over those of e-books. Rather, the company cited the popularity of adult coloring books.
Gee, I'd hoped folks were rediscovering "War and Peace," and "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire."
Perhaps the return to crayons is connected to the comeback of vinyl records, also a boost for B&N. Or the popularity of "Downton Abbey."
It reminds me of the 1960s' fad of "color me confused" or "color me happy." That reached its height when a singer named Streisand put out an album titled "Color Me Barbra."
During my baby boomer youth, I enjoyed coloring books of cartoon characters rendered with thick black lines on coarse paper. Mickey, Goofy, Donald and Pluto emerged with garish shades of purple or that hideous Crayola gold.
Remembering those happy hours, I've been tempted to return to coloring. But when I was a kid, I never could stay within the lines. I'm afraid that this would now cause me more frustration than easing stress. I've also thought of going back to my childhood love of building model airplanes. No, I never sniffed the glue.
Why not return to all childhood pastimes? I played the mad scientist with my chemistry set. My parents didn't mind me lighting up the Bunsen burner to melt potentially explosive substances. It might be fun to mix sulphur and sodium once again. I loved electronic football and model trains and gladly would watch the little plastic halfback shuffle down the vibrating gridiron or the steam engine go around the track once more. The bow and arrow and BB gun didn't turn out so well, so it's perhaps best to not revisit these.
I wonder what happened to my Davy Crockett coonskin cap?