Oh, Borders, how I loved to walk in your gigantic temple of books
Oh, Borders, how I was super addicted to the chocolate chip cookies in your café
Oh, Borders, how I loved to sip a hot caffeinated beverage and sit in the presence of other book lovers
Oh, Borders, how I knew the faces of so many staff and wonder what they’re going to do now
I do not like Books a Million. I do like B&N, but it’s all the damn way on the other side of town.
How could you leave us like this Borders?
Where will I go now to sit with other book lovers and smell the delicious inky paper smell of books? Real books, not Nooks?
Where will I go to look at all the shiny new releases?
Where will I go to feed my son’s addiction to those darn cat warrior books that he snarfs through in a week?
Where am I going to go to fantasize about my future book signings and being the local literary starlet?
I guess all the Borders lovers are SOL, up a river without an oar, up against a vampire without some garlic.
But we will remember you, Borders. We will declare, e-books are cool, but I want my freaking bookstores, too!!