text: Bitter ChucklennI come here once in a while Not too often though I look at the books peruse the mags and stare at people in the selfhelp sectionnnSometimes I get java from the Starbucks and sit curious if its bitterness is any match for my ownnnOn occasion I buy some books not because I am rich or stupid but rather I am oldfashioned and impatient I do not like reading from computer screens and I do not always want to wait for Amazon It is comforting to hold a book in my hands it FEELS RIGHT to turn its pages The sound and aroma of paper new or old brings back memories of college libraries and allnighters in dorm rooms Cheap apartments near railroad tracks and grandpas sunlit porch on Long Island Go ahead and laugh but I am sentimental like that child The silliest of things trigger happy memories of oldnnBesides I grow less and less fond of computers and the internet as the years wear on their constant change and posted nonsense now more a pain than a pleasure I will take a tome on my lap or a newspaper on a table any day of the weeknnLast time I was here I picked up a copy of Catch American Pastoral and The Spy Who Came In From The Cold A flash of old guilt I would thought long dead and buried bade me to pick up the Heller book I had been assigned to read it in high school but never had The Roth novel was recommended by a friend And as for the Le Carre Well let us just say I miss Cold War histrionics written by old spies chucklennAnyway I have rambled enough with this review You know what bookstores are like You know what they sell Come here for the feeling and not the price Who knows my little sickly one you might even find something in the selfhelp aisle that will cure what ails ya nnI know I did