I love used bookstores. While visiting one recently, I thought of how used books represent immortality to a writer. As usual, I came out with mostly an armload of non-fiction. I write mainly fiction, but non-fiction gives me the material with which to work. Many of my ideas come from the world of what really happened, often to someone else. Nevertheless, I lingered long over the fiction section. Maybe it’s because it’s harder to find specific books of fiction. I keep a list and I take it with me to stores—otherwise I get over-excited and can’t find anything. I did spy an early set of Poe, but I left him for a more worthy owner. The fact that many people came in on a pleasant Saturday kindled my hopes. There’s so much you can do with a summer Saturday. Spending it looking at old books is one that few select, but here I was among other inveterate readers. Readers unite! Used books mean that an author’s words continue a...
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