I live in what I call a "blank zone." This is an area wherein people don't seem to have the need to read...anything. Newspapers, books, stop signs. In our forty mile radius there are two bookstores. To me, this is what a cultural desert looks like. Of course, I am here in Biblebeltania. In the southern U.S.? Nope. Try southern California. Yup, we got 'em here. About 70 miles east of L.A. in the Inland Empire. Although, the readers are hiding somewhere and they only seem to come out of the woodwork when the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books rolls around, because I find myself in line with them every April at the local Ticketmaster outlet getting tickets for this great event held at UCLA.
So I will see my fellow readers once again, moving as we do like a silent migration. They look just like you and me. They could be our baristas, or perhaps the cashier at the supermarket. But usually, they are carefully disguised, driving in large SUV's or better still, trucks with "Forgiven" logos in the back window. Secret readers, smuggling books in their purses. It's okay. We're with you. There are others like you. See you at UCLA.