tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010807669455831551.post2126913785263140215..comments2023-04-11T06:31:23.499-05:00Comments on Leaves of Glass: soulmate job.Kateri Mortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03356845687208055765noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010807669455831551.post-15904058278332326962013-02-24T16:11:21.428-06:002013-02-24T16:11:21.428-06:00You've reminded me of a story I'd forgotte...You've reminded me of a story I'd forgotten. A customer came in once with a book and said that she was so upset by it that she didn't want it in her house, so she was bringing it back. She'd chosen it herself, it wasn't a recommendation, and she didn't want her money back. She just wanted to get rid of it. And that's how I read Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs.Kateri Mortonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03356845687208055765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010807669455831551.post-1970174959821787882013-02-24T13:08:29.188-06:002013-02-24T13:08:29.188-06:00That sounds like heaven. As you know, the only bo...That sounds like heaven. As you know, the only bookstore I ever worked in was Borders, which is a far cry from the magic you described, but under that corporate red shininess, I could get lost in shelving and pulling books for hours and hours. I also like that the clientele of bookstores is so diverse, and people are so passionate about what they're reading, there were so many "connections" made while helping customers. I remember one in particular where a customer was talking about "Perfume" by Patrick Suskind. They told me they were so upset by the ending of the book that they literally threw it across the room. Guess what I bought and read that night! I wish you luck in finding a job like that again!cloudloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744432336523954813noreply@blogger.com