Special thanks to immanentized5!
Thanks to everyone who recommended titles for the show, and special sparkly thanks to immanentized5 (damn, I've forgotten how to make this a link and the FAQ is less than helpful), as his suggestion of "Special Topics in Calamity Physics" by Marissha Pessl is now the selected book for next month's show!
As a reward for all your hard work, everyone, here is a snippet of loveliness...
As I am realphaing the shelves after the festive nightmarishness, I hear some lady customers approaching the door. The store has a bizarre auditory quirk; anything immediately outside or even approaching from about ten feet away is clearly audible to the bookslaves within, even if those outside are speaking at a normal level. From outside the shop, however, even if I am screaming "fuck you you fucking fuck" at guttersluts kicking my a-board with my face pressed up against the glass, *nothing can be heard*. SO these delightful ladies approach the shop, talking to each other about buying tarot decks (which we stock along with the books). They are trotting out the usual superstitions about not buying them for yourself or Dire Consequences involving Metric Fucktons of Cosmic Disapproval will ensue. They enter the shop. As they do so, I whirl dramatically up from my shelf-crouch, fix them with my best beady-eyed occult shop employee stare and declaim portentously
"You are seeking TAROT CARDS!" At which point their mouths drop open and one querulously asks, "H-how did you know?!"
"Ah," I say knowingly. "Magic, of course."
As a reward for all your hard work, everyone, here is a snippet of loveliness...
As I am realphaing the shelves after the festive nightmarishness, I hear some lady customers approaching the door. The store has a bizarre auditory quirk; anything immediately outside or even approaching from about ten feet away is clearly audible to the bookslaves within, even if those outside are speaking at a normal level. From outside the shop, however, even if I am screaming "fuck you you fucking fuck" at guttersluts kicking my a-board with my face pressed up against the glass, *nothing can be heard*. SO these delightful ladies approach the shop, talking to each other about buying tarot decks (which we stock along with the books). They are trotting out the usual superstitions about not buying them for yourself or Dire Consequences involving Metric Fucktons of Cosmic Disapproval will ensue. They enter the shop. As they do so, I whirl dramatically up from my shelf-crouch, fix them with my best beady-eyed occult shop employee stare and declaim portentously
"You are seeking TAROT CARDS!" At which point their mouths drop open and one querulously asks, "H-how did you know?!"
"Ah," I say knowingly. "Magic, of course."