Crying in Barnes and Noble
I tear up when I browse through bookstores. Not in an obvious way to others, but in an excruciatingly nagging way, as if just a fraction less of self-control will send me over the edge - have me sobbing amongst the stacks of my local Barnes and Noble, or God forbid, in the trendy atmosphere of Myopic or Quimby’s. Crying in a chain books…
