Dear Barnes and Noble

Dear Barnes and Noble,

I have been a loyal Barnes and Noble card member for nearly 10 years. I've enjoyed my discounts and love sitting in the cafe on my laptop once a week.

In fact, I am in your cafe now. That's the bloated, achy feeling in your sub-cockle area. Not a funny feeling in the cockles of your heart, after all, nor indigestion... just moi.

Anyway, I have, in recent months, started my cafe-afternoon with Barnes and Noble. But I usually end up at Borders. Blasphemy? No. Quite frankly it's just a matter of survival as a book lover. I wish it weren't so, but it is.

Why do I stray from the store of my choice? You are no longer my store of choice, no matter how hard I try to make you so. Every Tuesday I come to your arms hopeful, but every Tuesday you fail me. I'm not sure why you would dick around with your bread and butter, but I don't work for you, so it's not my responsibility to fix it, either.

Simple solution, really. PUT THE NEW RELEASES ON THE GODDAMNED SHELF ON THE FREAKING DAY OF RELEASE.

Anyway, I know it's cold to do this on a blog, but I'm not going to renew my membership in the fall and I'll be seeing other bookstores. Borders may not have the "instant" discount, but they have rewards bucks and treat me really well. They know where I want my books and when I need them.

I'd say it's not you, it's me... but it's you.

Witchily-Bitchily,
Chrissy