Dear Barnes and Noble,
Thank you for the mail. The postcard is adorable, and I’m so glad your new location is finally open, but I must confess something…
I already knew.
The moment I saw your distinctive sign go up on the husk of a former bookstore, I waited impatiently.
Your moving sale previously had been both crushing and a delight. A delight because I could finally afford to splurge on the beautiful volumes I’d much admired, but crushing because you were yet another bookstore to leave me.
And now you are back.
I visited with my fiance just a few days before your postcard. The shelves are a different shade of brown, everything is smaller and more open, but the magic is there.
So many books, surrounding me, beckoning, their bright covers turned out to face the room.
Wider pathways where I can shop in an empty bubble and focus solely on the books.
Special tables of books to take my notice, either with their sales or recommendations.
A wider selection with a lower quantity of each individual book, showing you’ve learned to adapt and compete in this brave new book world.
I’m glad you are back, and I will be too. Soon.