The Bitching: I live in the nearly southern part of Mississippi (blew inland from Katrina) and I hate it. I hate it, for one, because I’m coast trash and I grew up on the water and all this fucking land is making me claustrophobic. Since moving isn’t in the cards this year (Dear God or Goddess or Alien or Whatever in Heaven, let it be soon), I have to suck it up and make do. Now being the book junkie that I am, my happy place is the bookstore. Sometimes you just need good, clean book-air. And in my claustrophobic state, I need more book-air than I use to. Here’s the big bitching part- WE DO NOT HAVE A BOOKSTORE. WE DON’T HAVE A FUCKING BOOKSTORE. There’s one an hour to the south and an awesome indie bookstore an hour and a half to the north but nothing nearby. Oh we have a Books-a-Million, which is NOT a bookstore, simply a store that sells books but I like going there about as much as I like Walmart. I FUCKING hate Walmart. I’ve NEVER had a good experience at a Books-a-Million. Anywhere. I’ve never met a BAM employee that knew the first thing about books, hell, I don’t know that I’ve actually met one that reads. I’ve NEVER had a BAM employee help me. I MEAN NEVER. Responses to book queries that I’ve received:
“Oh it’s over there.”
“I think we have it but if you can’t find it, we can order it.”
“It might be in the back. We’ll have it out in a few days.”
“Can you spell the title and the author’s whole name?”
“It says we have it. It’s on one of the tables.”
And my favorite is when I find it alphabetized by the author’s first name. I can’t tell you how many times this has happened.
So I’m stuck driving, or ordering books and neither of those things make me very happy. It does the opposite, in fact. And I hate it. But I’ve decided, after today’s wasted trip to BAM (I wanted The Flight of Gemma Hardy and The Probability of Miracles) I’m never going to go there again.
The Books: Despite the above bitching, I did get a few books this week, from various sources.
The Sweetest Dark by Shana Abé. If you’ve never read anything by this author, STOP what you are doing and read The Last Mermaid. Just, wow. It has naughty bits and is a romance but oooooooh so lovely.
From a very kind book fairy:
Seraphina by Rachel Hartman. I’m reading this now and it is everything you want it to be.
Though my technique and presentation leaves a lot to be desired… I’ve got effing Boston Creme Pie Cupcakes.