Back in 2007, a bomb exploded in Mutanabi Street, which is actually one of the famous book markets in the world. In the book, Seierstad mentions the book market a few times. She also includes a very amusing saying.
Egypt writes, Lebanon prints, Iraq reads.(Somehow this made me think of Habiburahman El-Shirazy.)
I was moved to learn more about this place. The Sacramento Bee did a wonderful photojournal report on it. With renovations are on the way, Mutanabi Street is coming back to life.
Is there such a wonderland here in Malaysia? Please tell me so I can go there.