T.J. Maxx you are no Borders

I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother’s Day! Personally, it’s a difficult day for me, but that’s not what this post is about. I was at the mall last week, waiting for my new glasses to be ready, and I wandered into T.J. Maxx. Unlike most women, I don’t get the appeal of T.J. Maxx. Macy’s, Nordstroms, I get, but T.J. Maxx, meh!  Especially, not this particular one because it used to be a Borders book store.

I went in and was struck by how wrong the whole store looked. Where were all the books?  I looked around and  like ghosts rising up before me,  I saw the fiction section,  the mystery section, the romance section, the calendars, the magazines, the cook books, the humor section, and the bestsellers up front with their brand new jackets. I loved going to that store with my husband and buying books from my favorite authors, and discovering new ones. I loved looking at the covers, smelling the print, and reading jacket flaps. Going through racks of clothes and shoes instead of books just wasn’t as thrilling, and it was even a little sad.

I did pick up  a Mother’s Day present for my mother at T.J. Maxx, so my visit wasn’t a complete loss, but I still miss Borders!