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| - My ideal bookstore would be the kind where I feel utterly, gloriously lost - with endless shelves of books reaching back as far as the eye can see, and when I trail my fingers along the wooden shelves of the Science Fiction/Fantasy section, I find so many authors that Lordy, I don't know WHAT to pick.
I want total brainfreeze when I walk into a bookstore - presented with so many choices that it takes me an hour to wiggle my way to a purchase, regretfully leaving a pile of books I want to read behind, muscling my way to the counter only thanks to the strength of a thoroughly-sugared cup of coffee and a cookie.
Books A Million is not that store, sadly. But it ain't bad, either.
It is very, very large. That's in its favor. Sadly, the selection despite all the books isn't quite as good as I'd like it to be - perhaps it's a problem common to all new stores, but the books seem to focus on the new, ignoring the classics. If it's not been published in the past year and it's not an absolute slam-dunk classics, your chances of stumbling across OMG, I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT BOOK FOREVER are slim.
The staff is not the most educated in bookery, not yet - they've seemed perplexed by my request every time I've asked them for a book, never having heard of a single one of my choices - but they have cheerfully and efficiently looked them up, and offered to order them.
The selection of recent books, however, is great, and I love having a gigantic frickin' mall of a store across the street from me. I love them so much that I walk over every three weeks and buy a book even if I don't need it, because I want to keep these folks in business and the book economy is hard these days.
In short, good for new books. Okay, if not squeeful, for browsing. You could do worse, and chances are good you'll emerge with some books in your hand if you're not a sinful, ugly Luddite who hates reading. Get to.
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