They also carry "Preacher" for some odd reason. No other comics, but they've got every "Preacher" ever written. This gave me pause. Someday I'll read the rest of those--it's a guilty pleasure. And, wedged in between all the fantasies with social conscience are a few old favorites and bestsellers, looking vaguely embarassed that they are not a metaphor for anything in particular.
It is a sign of my general blahs at my husband's absence that I went for the most cheesy, comfort-food, young-girl-overcomes book available, which is naturally by Mercedes Lackey. God, the shame. It's the equivalent of Ben & Jerry's for the soul...nothing but empty calories. Mmmm....Ben and Jerry's...To hide it on the walk home, I also picked up "Dr. Tatiana's Sex Advice For All Creation" which, despite being on evolutionary biology, looks like a cheesy sex advice book. It is perhaps a sign of the wiring in my brain that I would far rather people think I had trouble with my love life than see that I am reading Mercedes Lackey. It's probably due to lack of adequate nutrition. I tried to make a TV dinner earlier. Let's just say that was a learning experience and move on.
