Back in 2009, I started working at Borders bookstore. They weren’t looking for help, but I was persistent.
I inquired every week until they hired me. Recently divorced, I was on my own for the first time in a long time trying to make ends meet. You know how that goes. Well, after looking over my budget, my then full-time job would allow me to exist, but I wouldn’t have money left over for fun activities such as Friday happy hour or introverted activities like reading. That’s right, no money for books. Yes, yes, I could go to the library, and did at times, but I cannot exist on borrowed books alone. I needed (now I’m a Kindle) that new book smell, the feel of crisp virgin pages under my fingertips, and an uncracked spine.