Lost in Borders
You know how I’m always about six months to a year late on getting on board with what is new and hot in pop culture?
So there I was in Borders Bookstore trying to figure out where the latest book in the Sookie Stackhouse series would be located (fiction? fantasy? romance?) when an associate came to ask me if I needed help. I was too embarrassed to admit that I wanted a romance vampire book and was this close to asking where I could find the extended works of Shakespeare when I decided the obligatory, “I’m just looking” would suffice for this nice young man.
I wander around the store for a good 30 minutes, refusing to ask where the book was located. However, I didn’t mind at all. Michael Buble’s new album was playing in the background and I was rather enjoying myself.
I spotted an “under $10” sign and decided I should probably puruse those titles. You never know what you might find.
Six books later, four people are crossed off my Christmas list. SCORE!
But the pièce de résistance was an entire collection of Jane Austen. For $7.99. HELLO MR. DARCY!
I know what you are thinking.
BBC Mr. Darcy?
Or Kiera Knightly Mr. Darcy?
So I drag away from the reduced items section, only to find myself in the music section. And there’s Michael Buble starring at me as if to say, “Wouldn’t you like for me to croon to you in your car as you drive back to the office? It will make the afternoon so much nicer!”
Knowing that my Sookie book (what am I supposed to call those books anyway? Sookie? Dead books? Charlaine Harris books?) would be about $20, I refrained from taking Michael home. Perhaps I’ll see him in a stocking in about six weeks?
Just as I’m about to give in and ask the high school kid where I can find Sookie Harris Vampire Series of Southern Romance, I spot a huge display of the books. Right by the front door. Adjacent to the Twilight display.
How in heaven’s name I didn’t see either display is beyond me. After playing a Jedi mind trick on myself to refrain from an impulse purchase of sultry Jacob on a black shirt that would have certainly received jealous looks from innocent teeny boppers at next week’s opening of New Moon, I decided to just buy the last Sookie book.
And by the way…
Can I get that face on a t-shirt? Or maybe a pillow case. Is that weird?
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