“You may have heard the news that the independent bookstore is dead, that books are dead, that maybe even reading is dead—to which I say: Pull up a chair, friend. I have a story to tell.”
Over at The Atlantic, Ann Patchett writes about her experience opening a bookstore in Nashville after the town lost the only two it had.
Which gives cause for hope. If independent bookstores vanish, and even the large chains can’t stay open, we can remember who really has an invested interest in those glorious rooms full of books of all sizes, colors and subjects, available for our browsing, fondling and purchasing: the authors themselves.
