It’s like they knew I would be there

Photo: Me, today at B&N, coffee (still warm) the list, book 1 and book 2

As a quick follow on to my desperate cry for help at the bookstore, I’d like to thank everyone who sent me their recommendations. As you can see from the photo above, I had my list in hand and it saved me from the clever bookstore traps, apparently laid purposely to ensnare someone just like me. In fact, I’m pretty sure most of them were just for me.

It’s like they knew I was coming in today.

First, when I got my coffee, the barista asked me if I wanted a blueberry scone to go with my coffee. Hmm, that was a very specific question. Why not, “Something from the bakery to go with your coffee?” How did she know that’s my favorite? I didn’t fall for it though, I got my tall dark roast and quickly moved on. Nice try.

Committed to my list and new way of book shopping, I completely skipped the bargain area, but before I could feel proud of myself for arriving at the fiction section without any delays, I encountered a huge roadblock of a table in my path. It was strategically stacked with newly packaged Classics. How could they have known I would take the direct route today?

I stopped because, quite frankly, I am the epitome of the demographic they are trying to sell to with these repackaged books. This is marketing genius and probably the reason B&N is still in business. Take a look at what they did below. (I apologize for the glare, I am not a photographer.)

Barnes and Noble, Inc

Look at this thing — they are not messing around here. The cover looks like 1800s period embroidery and there are no less than seven novels contained within its pages. My eyes scanned the list quickly and I realized I had read every book, but one. Lady Susan. Well, I’m not falling for this trick either, but hats off to you, it was a worthy effort. I’ll just check for this book in the regular fiction section to see about this so-called Lady Susan.

But of course, B&N is one step ahead of me, and this book isn’t in stock as a stand alone novel, forcing me pony up the $25 dollars for the seven novel compilation if I really have to have it. Forget marketing, this is devilry.

I forge ahead, clutching my list as if it’s a life line, and suddenly, there are the Dickens novels. What can it hurt since I’m walking by…Wait. Are you kidding me?

Photo: Me, today. Martin Chuzzlewit is on the shelf.

I’m just going to let you wonder if I bought it or not. I don’t think it’s important to the essence of this post if it ended up tucked under my arm while I made my way through my list. I also don’t think it’s anybody’s business if I sat in my driveway for fifteen minutes before going inside my house just to get a quick fix off of it, if I did in fact buy it, which I may or may not have.

Let’s just say I had a successful trip to the bookstore and did not even fall for this plush Harry Potter witchery, in the form of Hedwig, on my way to the register.

Photo: Me, today, passing on Hedwig

Thanks to Jack Preston King, Roy Schlegel, Gail Boenning, Carolyn Dagenais, Dewi, Emily Sue, Maria, Sonia - Alexandra Ichim, Aaron McCarthy, Emily Kessler, TPEHFM, Patrick Faller for taking the time to share your book recommendations. They will serve me well in the coming year.

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