I
know it should make me sad that Borders, one of the largest book
retailers in the country, is going out of business. I know that it
implies a lot of distressing things about the state of literature in our
society. I know that it suggests even further that the paper book is
going the way of the dodo. I know that it means that the closest
bookstore to my house will soon be gone, and my boyfriend and I will
have to find someplace else to hang out on Saturday afternoons.
But
part of me was thrilled -- THRILLED!!! -- to walk into the bookstore
today and see it full of patrons. It was more full than I have ever
seen it outside of the weeks leading up to Christmas. I saw one lady
walk out with a shopping cart full of books. Full. We're talking, top
and bottom and baby seat full of books. I nudged my friend Chrissie
(who was good enough to accompany me on the outing, despite having just
stepped off a plane from India). "Look at all the books!" I squealed.
"In my greatest dreams, I could buy that many books."
I did, in
fact, manage to purchase one book, despite the meager wages I eke out as
a waitress while I wait for that big three-book deal. And you know why
I could buy said book? 20% off all fiction. Because Borders is
closing.
So yes, I know that in the very near future, I will
lament (and lament deeply) the loss of what was a truly wonderful place
to hang out. But for now, I'm just looking forward to cracking open
Swamplandia!
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