I'm sitting in an airport in St. Paul, awaiting a flight that will take me to the Boise Book Expo. Directly ahead of me is a bookstore called "Authors" which I've never heard from. The store sports a classy facade. Mahogany pillars, and all these over-sized, fake ceramic piled on top of one another. I don't get it. Well, ok, I get it, but it's a little much.
Anyway, the shelves are full of books by "Famous Authors."
I've been here for more than an hour, and not a single traveler has even browsed the "famous author" section. On occasion, a woman or man has entered and purchased a magazine, but never a book. maybe people don't by books by famous authors between the hours of 8 and 10 in St. Paul. But I doubt that's the case....
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