I finally got around to reading Sinclair Lewis's Main Street this week. Lewis took 500 pages to say what Kate Chopin took 150 to say in "The Awakening" twenty years earlier, but even so, I liked it. (Okay, okay, it had a bit wider scope than "The Awakening.") I saw a little too much of myself in the dreaming dilettante Carol, and I found the
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...I would shop at a place called The Local Used Book Emporium?
Lol at Thanksgiving kidnappings!
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You already have! Well, a branch, anyway. It's the Nashville branch of McKay. (Sadly not quite as awesome as the Knoxville version, but what it lacks in SFF selection, it does at least often make up in cheaper prices.)
But I bet their sales would double if they changed their name to The Local Used Book (Media?) Emporium. Or any name with "emporium" in it.
Lol at Thanksgiving kidnappings!
It's not Thanksgiving without a proper kidnapping!
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YES. There's a sad lack of Emporiums in the world today!
It's not Thanksgiving without a proper kidnapping!
Can-shaped cranberry sauce, and kidnappings! Those are the rules!
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I hadn't thought of it when I posted them, but I could see that. The first one has a half-finished other half where the appointed day comes, and they kind of nervously dance around each other until they finally go out to dinner or something. The second snippet is the beginning of my Political Intrigue in St. Petersburg epic that I can never seem to either finish or completely put away.
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