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| - To me, BMV is catastrophic; it's dangerous. When I walk by with friends I have to say to them, "Don't you dare let me go in there!" I feel anger and love combined all at once. And the only reason I feel anger is because my apartment is the size of a peanut and if BMV supplies me with any more books it will be the size of a grain of rice.
My only complaint about BMV is that they don't keep records of what's in stalk. Nowadays, most used bookstores do. If you're in a section like Social Science, Cultural Studies, Anthropology, or Photography, for example, it's probably not going to be very organized. I am pretty sure most of it is not properly alphabetized but the rest of the bookstore seems to be. (I guess that is two complaints, then).
The building is so bright at night, with all the lights and the glass, that it radiates like a t.v. screen. And really, who doesn't want to feel like they're inside a giant, radiating t.v. screen full of paper, binding, and nerds.
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