“Lost” in the Bookstore

I dream about bookstores. The shelves stretch from floor to ceiling and are literally crammed with books. Aisle after aisle after aisle.

Last weekend, when my mom, my partners [sisters] in the used book business, and I took our extra stock to Bookman’s, we quickly dropped our books off at the sorting counter and went to explore.

We entered the bookstore version of the beast’s castle–a maze of pages and brightly colored covers. The bookshelves weren’t floor to ceiling like I would have preferr...