Reading about Tingle Alley’s most recent trip to the local bookstore, I couldn’t help but be jealous. Why you ask? Well, as much as I love my job working at a bookstore, it takes the fun out of browsing. I can’t remember the last time I browsed in a bookstore! If I go down to the floor of my own store, I get asked questions by pesky customers or booksellers. But I feel like a traitor going to other stores. My only solace sometimes is to go into the Used department which is luckily in the basement. I shouldn’t complain I realize. I get free books and can borrow books from the store. But one of the joys I used to take part in years ago was spending long hours on hot summer afternoons perusing books in the store. Okay, everyone feel sorry for me. Boohoo.