A Dramatic Death Song for Borders

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!!