I don't really shop at Barnes and Noble anymore now that I have a Kindle growing out of my hand. But I used to work for one a million years ago when I was a youngster in college, the golden glow of my youth when I got angry at housewives asking about the new Dan Brown book, had I heard of it? UGH.
The fiction section of this store is comedically small. It's almost an afterthought, tucked way in the back corner like an accident.
But fear not, you can get a latte and a bunch of games and random crap that has no literary, or educational value whatsoever. Yippee.