Recently, I stopped and visited a bookstore, like an actual bookstore, for the first time in probably six months.  What I discovered not only irritated the hell out of me, but sorta put me in a terrible mood of "If this is how they are running things, they deserve whatever it is they have coming ( Read more... )

As gleaned from Jeff Vandermeer's blog, and yes, you can see a facsimile of this post there as well.  It was too good not to do it twice.

So, in a very Family Circus-esque way, here's my journey through two different kinds of bookstores.

If we are talking bricks and mortar big stores:

1. "Coffee" (carmel frappo-half-caf-latte with stale cinnamon rolls ( Read more... )