I have to suppose the local Borders has reached the end of its run; if not this week then certainly by next weekend. Before yoga Wednesday it was selling stock at up to 80 percent off, with no ``reasonable offer'' refused on the shelving, which is a perfectly good pricing scheme if you have a mental model of what's a reasonable price for bookstore shelving. Me, I'd have to price based on what Allen-wrench-assembleable bookshelves from Office Depot cost, and I haven't bought any of those in years, and I think the Office Depot around here closed down too.
Plus, not only did they close off the second floor, but now there's nothing on the wall shelves. And even the remaining shelves have been reorganized into a series of free-standing displays huddled toward the front door for warmth. There's hand-written signs on top saying what the sections are theoretically supposed to be, but the actual sorting has clearly been given up on. If there's still a biography section I can't make it out. And the notion of alphabetical order is a dim, distant, cackling memory, making it unnecessarily hard to scan the science fiction paperbacks before class.
I still rate it a shame, anyway. There's several Barnes and Nobles in the vicinity, of course, and four used book stores within not intolerable range, but this does mean the mall has dropped from having two DVD stores, a book store, and the Apple store to interest me down to just having the Apple store. I suppose I could wander around stores I wasn't previously interested in, but as far as I can tell malls are made up of bookstores, DVD stores, toy stores, pet stores, Radio Shack, and women's clothing. And you can only spend so much time in Radio Shack before needing to leave, that time being how long it takes a clerk to notice you're the only person in Radio Shack.
Trivia: Alan Shepard's deep-body temperature was 98.4 degrees Fahrenheit when he entered the Mercury capsule the day of launch; it rose to a peak of 99.2 near the end of the flight, during the heat of reentry. Source: We Seven: The Classic Story Of The Heroes Who Launched America Into Space, ``By The Astronauts Themselves''. It's an early 60s bit of Mercury Seven propaganda and while it's endearing to read I don't have illusions about the actual Mercury Seven having written or necessarily even having read any of it. But it was among the last books on the shelves at Borders, thus, I got it and will at least today pretend I accept it as a reliable source.
Currently Reading: Summer Of Love, Lisa Mason.