So I walked into my local Barnes & Noble today which is conveniently just two blocks from where I live. And what do I find? They have a sale on Shakespearean plays. Six of them! They're GREAT!
Takes me back to my good ol' high school English days. I hated the old pompous ass then. I remember asking my English teacher, "Why on Earth does he speak like this? 'Come hither.' Who speaks like that anymore?" Mrs. Chamberlain, bless her, would discreetly hide her disdain for my question and politely reply, "My dear boy, he is one of the world's greatest writers. Prolific. Engaging." Um, okay. But now, given that I have aged, not unlike a fine red wine, my tastes have changed. And I enjoy a good Shakespeare (or even a bad one for that matter). And olives, oh how I love olives. But I digress.
In my new-found euphoric state, I made my way across the store and found an ENORMOUS hard-cover book: The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe. Meltdown. Right there. On the floor. Beautifully crafted.
And book-ends. They sell amazing book-ends. All shapes and sizes, all types of materials from puter to wood. And an incredible brushed metal ampersand ornament. Would look great in my unfurnished apartment. Yes, that's what I need: a giant silver ampersand, right next to my kettle!
Magazines. From Luerzer's Archive to Cosmo, Bike Fanatic to The Economist. And CDs, they sell CDs too. Ooh!
Barnes & Noble, we love you!
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