
Anyways, I recently had the opportunity to spend an hour and a half at my local bookstore, which I spent looking over every single book (not exaggerating) that was in the Adult and Young Adult section, as well as the table of books on display, both recent additions to the store and staff recommendations. I shook my head at seeing some of my favourite books not being enshrined as they should be, but moved on, knowing there was nothing I could do. After what was just shy of two beautiful hours, I walked up the counter, paid, and left. With one book. That I have read multiple times before (if you are interested in knowing, it was Between Shades of Gray by Ruta Sepetys, a WWII historical fiction, and it is very, very good). To be fair, I have wanted to personally own a copy of this book for a year or two, but still, doesn’t it say something either about the bookstore or about me that I spent such a long time in this bookstore, in booklover’s paradise, and came out with only one book? I don’t know what this world is coming to.