Alana hadn't quite made it back to the island Saturday. There'd been this early shopping trip to Baltimore that had turned into a comedy of errors, and, long story short, she'd ended up crashing for the night at a house party hosted by a couple who were way too into Space Battles. It was late Sunday morning before she landed in the Perk, sipping on ( Read more... )

It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air! Or pollen. Love pollen? Something like that, anyway. It wasn't like the holiday cared any, after all. Not when there was a dance to be had. And this year's dance had just the thing to take everybody's mind off of that pesky pollen!

That's right, dancing. Which, to the uninitiated, might seem a bit ( Read more... )

The history section was having a debate with the poetry shelf. Ichabod just ignored them an turned up the volume on the radio. Should any customers show up today they might be surprised about how noisy a bookshop could be.

[open!]

Yesterday's conversations had helped Celia gain a bit of perspective, insofar as the mere existence of a letter wasn't as devastating as she had made it out to be in her mind, particularly without context. And that, at least, meant that she had stopped spontaneously flickering lights and breaking teacups ( Read more... )

Perhaps the books were going into hibernation, because they did seem quite asleep, all of them. Ichabod wasn't going to complain. He could go through the latest shipment without being disturbed, and when that was done he made a pot of tea and sat down to read, not feeling the least guilty about doing that at work. It was best to enjoy the silence ( Read more... )

Book Haven was a quiet place today, but quite disorganized. It seemed like every book had switched places with another one, seemingly at random, which was unfortunate if you were looking for anything in particular. Ichabod would advise just exploring the shop at random today.

[Open and OCD-free!]

Was this a dream? Ichabod Crane had woken up in an unfamiliar room that he certainly did not remember falling asleep in. Quickly he had fled the building and now found himself in a park. All this was quite disturbing, especially as Ichabod was supposed to be on his way to the village of Sleepy Hollow to investigate some particularly grisly murders ( Read more... )

Ichabod arrived at a quiet shop, which was nice for a change. It turned out that the books were sleeping, which some of them betrayed by occasionally snoring and talking in their sleep. Despite this, the shop was open and books would be sold, awake or not.

[open and ocd-free]

There were books howling in the shop today. Ichabod was pleased that he already knew of the wonderful invention of modern earplugs, so he didn't have to suffer through it. He would however remove them should a customer arrive, in which case they would have to deal with the noise.

[open and OCD-free]

Upon entering the Town Hall tonight, dance attendees might notice a very definite theme tonight! A very definite, very sparkly theme tonight, with enough glitter strewn around the place that there were, in fact, glitterdrifts piling up around the edges of the dance floor. Everything was glittery, or sequiny, or rhinestoney, with a sort of sci-fi ( Read more... )