Like a winged scavenger circling a kill in the desert I've been ducking into the increasingly spartan remains of the nearby mall Borders in hopes of snagging the latest
G.R.R. Martin book at a desperation-based discount.
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I could smell what I thought for sure to be the scent of death hanging over the place, but then I realized that the
bookstore was Abercrombie and Fitch-adjacent. Holy shit guys, enough with the cologne. |
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"Each one I sell brings me closer to
obsolescence. Also, it plays Angry Birds."
-Cassie, Barnes and Noble Employee |
It was a delicate balancing act, waiting for the price to go lower while being careful not to wait too long lest until they run out. Today I made my move snatching the penultimate (what? I like the word) copy from the store's carcass and leaving the rest to the jackals. Am I glad I did it? Sure. Do I feel good about it? Nah. In addition
to the thousands who are loosing their jobs, I just really hate to see a bookstore go under the crushing and anti-social weight of Amazon and ebooks. Besides, now where am I supposed to go to look like I read more than I really do? The library? Pfft. Maybe if I wanted some
microfiche...
On the other hand with the Sci-Fi/Fantasy or 'nerd' section being slowly assimilated by the 'Teen Paranormal Romance' non-genre (or '
nonre,' if you will), I can't help but wonder if it isn't for the best.
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