But I happen to be fricking gorgeous. My skin's real white. I dye my hair, which is short and spiked, shoe-polish black, then streak it with these little wisps of pink. I kind of, what, sashay . I've never been there before, and I'm frankly pretty fucking impressed.
Place is just humongous .
More a warehouse than a bookstore. Except that it's all mahogany and bronze and dense carpeting. Dweeb with bat-wing ears playing muzak at the baby grand. Area off on the side with a podium and loads of chairs for the reading. Which is already filling.