Music plays from the speakers, something classical but lively. The line of people snakes through the right side of the store past recipe books and through the minuscule romance section. Without thinking, I search for my sister’s books. I’m not all that surprised when I don’t find any. We have pretty much covered that market. Our Ruby Madison books come signed and with anecdotes about the author. Things like, “she wrote chapter twenty-two right over there in that chair” or “I was with her when she got the call that this one hit the New York Times Bestseller List!”
