don’t take me to little privately owned or family owned bookstores that are lined wall-to-wall with floor to ceiling shelves filled with rare independent press books. don’t take me to borders and expect me to not leave without at least six or seven books that probably weren’t on my already too-long reading list to begin with. don’t take me to left bank thirty minutes before closing and really expect me not to be pissed off at you afterwards. and worse than all of the above, don’t take me to a store that has first or second editions in really good quality from authors i adore when you know i just got paid and am going to spend a good chunk of my paycheck in said store.
today… i went bookshopping.
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