I walked up and down the book aisles of Target. Back and forth. Scanning the shelves with remarkable care, even though every title is familiar by now.
Give me some credit: I don’t have a real bookstore near me. Books-A-Million is a half hour away, McKay’s is further, and Barnes and Noble is even further. So, I go to Target. Oddly enough, it’s one of my favorite stores anyway.
I’m having some Book Struggles. It’s capitalized because it should be a real thing by now, if that makes sense.