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Didn't get a chance to pick it up until Saturday.
Well, you know, it was raining. All day. I grabbed my mom's unlimited and headed into the city.
First I went up to Union Square. The B&N there was sure to have my book... right? Not in the kid's section... not in new fiction... not in new kid's... not in YA. I ask for help. "Nope, none of our stores have it, do you want to order it?" Well, the *last* time I ordered a book at the store (another Hilari Bell book, funnily enough - it's lonely being a fandom of one. *sniff*) I ended up picking it up somewhere else the next day and feeling really guilty, so I said no and ran off to the Borders instead. Borders by the boat - I should've stopped there first!
On the way, I turn to avoid a puddle and step in a much BIGGER puddle instead... and my shoes having holes in the heels means I'm stuck with soggy socks. So I go to payless and get new shoes, same type. I'll wear the holey ones most of the time so as to make the new ones last longer. Go to Borders - that's where I got the book last time, they're sure to have it this time! Not in new fiction, not in kids... not in new kids... not in YA... not in fantasy... I ask for help. "Nope, we don't have it, not in any of our stores, wanna order it?"
At this I was really annoyed, because I WANTED to read the book NOW NOW NOW, but it's not the poor help person's fault. Luckily, she took pity on me and looked it up... at the Strand! I can go to the Strand! Which is... way back... up... at Union Square. God DAMN it.
So I go back UP to the Strand, and it's half price. Do I remember that I bought new shoes and save the money? No, of course not! I'm in a fucking big bookstore! There are REASONS I never go to the Strand. 18 miles of books isn't a promise, it's a trap - I'm lucky to get out with any cash left on me!
I leave the Strand after the thunder stops. The rain isn't THAT bad, so I head to the store to get my favorite potato chips. Middle of the street - MIDDLE OF THE STREET! - with the train station so far behind me, it starts pouring pouring POURING down on my head. I can't see through my glasses, but that's all right - the rain is so strong I can't open my eyes anyway. No way I can turn back now, I'm in the middle of the street! And I can't see! Nothing for it but to struggle on and hope I make it to the store before I drown. My shoes? My new shoes and socks? Soaking - even lacking holes, NOTHING could survive that downpour without making my feet wet.
And then I was stuck 15 minutes in the door of the store poking my head out to ask "Is the rain dying down yet?"
And you know, it's a good book, and I sure looked forward to it... but... I don't think it was so good it was worth getting soaking wet for.
Well, you know, it was raining. All day. I grabbed my mom's unlimited and headed into the city.
First I went up to Union Square. The B&N there was sure to have my book... right? Not in the kid's section... not in new fiction... not in new kid's... not in YA. I ask for help. "Nope, none of our stores have it, do you want to order it?" Well, the *last* time I ordered a book at the store (another Hilari Bell book, funnily enough - it's lonely being a fandom of one. *sniff*) I ended up picking it up somewhere else the next day and feeling really guilty, so I said no and ran off to the Borders instead. Borders by the boat - I should've stopped there first!
On the way, I turn to avoid a puddle and step in a much BIGGER puddle instead... and my shoes having holes in the heels means I'm stuck with soggy socks. So I go to payless and get new shoes, same type. I'll wear the holey ones most of the time so as to make the new ones last longer. Go to Borders - that's where I got the book last time, they're sure to have it this time! Not in new fiction, not in kids... not in new kids... not in YA... not in fantasy... I ask for help. "Nope, we don't have it, not in any of our stores, wanna order it?"
At this I was really annoyed, because I WANTED to read the book NOW NOW NOW, but it's not the poor help person's fault. Luckily, she took pity on me and looked it up... at the Strand! I can go to the Strand! Which is... way back... up... at Union Square. God DAMN it.
So I go back UP to the Strand, and it's half price. Do I remember that I bought new shoes and save the money? No, of course not! I'm in a fucking big bookstore! There are REASONS I never go to the Strand. 18 miles of books isn't a promise, it's a trap - I'm lucky to get out with any cash left on me!
I leave the Strand after the thunder stops. The rain isn't THAT bad, so I head to the store to get my favorite potato chips. Middle of the street - MIDDLE OF THE STREET! - with the train station so far behind me, it starts pouring pouring POURING down on my head. I can't see through my glasses, but that's all right - the rain is so strong I can't open my eyes anyway. No way I can turn back now, I'm in the middle of the street! And I can't see! Nothing for it but to struggle on and hope I make it to the store before I drown. My shoes? My new shoes and socks? Soaking - even lacking holes, NOTHING could survive that downpour without making my feet wet.
And then I was stuck 15 minutes in the door of the store poking my head out to ask "Is the rain dying down yet?"
And you know, it's a good book, and I sure looked forward to it... but... I don't think it was so good it was worth getting soaking wet for.
