I realized something yesterday while I was doing a little last minute Christmas shopping. I was wandering around Barnes & Noble and suddenly it hit me - I hate bookstores.
I know this might come as a shock because I work in a library. One would think that since I make my living surrounded by books that a bookstore would be like heaven to me but sadly, it isn't the case.
Put me in a bookstore, crowded with holiday shoppers and woefully understaffed, and it will, in almost no time at all, drive me very nearly insane. Sure, the book displays are beautiful - multiple copies of brand new books all glossy and untouched - but I can't find anything. There is no discernible order to anything in bookstores. The cookbooks are near the travel books which are next to the comic books and...well, you get the idea. It makes absolutely no sense to someone who relies on the Dewey Decimal system. I usually end up wandering around aimlessly until some 20-something hipster with facial piercings asks if they can help me find a book.
"Probably not," I sigh. Store inventory is not the same as a card catalog.