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| - Imagine yourself in an empty room. No, imagine yourself in a building with many empty rooms. Now imagine those rooms being attacked by the world of books. Suddenly you are surrounded by everything fantasy and everything real. Every horrible person, place, thing, or idea is within striking distance. But relax, let's have a look around.
In one room Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allen Poe coexist in a sort of melancholy unity. In another, Bill Clinton, Bill Bryson and Bill Watterson are all living together, sharing the same space, breathing the same air. In one room, you're snatching Deep Thoughts books off the floor and stuffing them in your pocket like a fat kid on a pile of twinkies, while Richard Scarry looks over your shoulder. But in yet another you're trying to avoid abduction by some Loganberry authority by not casting your eye upon some über-rare and expensive book. Somewhere in the distance you can hear Lemony Snicket and Darby Conley exchanging witty remarks. Harry Potter, Harry Potter for Dummies. King James and Charles Darwin. Books on how to train dogs, books on how to eat dog, books on Snoop Dogg, everything imaginable is here. This place is endless.
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