The book buyers kept on coming, and I lost myself in recommending books – Rick Riordan’s Egyptian series for a pre-teen boy who liked reading, but only if it was adventure, then Sarah Vowell’s Wordy Shipmates for a history buff who appreciated a wry and witty critique, and finally Toni Morrison’s Paradise to the woman who loved Morrison but only knew her most popular books. “Paradise is my favorite. I especially love that it’s about a group of powerful women,” I said. She bought a copy for herself and one for her best friend.
Between customers, I tried to keep the shelves full – or at least looking so. Our magazine rack looked like a turkey skeleton after Thanksgiving, and the true crime shelves were almost bare. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do about inventory for tomorrow’s street f
