
Green Apple Books doesn't love me the way I love it, but that's okay. Over the past 40+ years I have purchased hundreds of books at the Clement St. location (the sparkly new one on the other side of the park is nice, but come on), spent weeks of my life wandering the shelves and shopping the tables, and pointed friends, strangers, and enemies in its direction. All without any bookseller ever greeting me or offering similar niceties. On the contrary I am, at best, invisible at Green Apple Books. At worst, I sense a begrudging acceptance, a resigned oh-I-guess-she's-one-of-us vibe. It's hilarious and I love it. Long live Green Apple Books.
a month ago
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