Chris Nicholson's Writing Weblog
July 21, 2007 • Saturday
At Barnes & Noble, two lines of readers extended from the front door, one around each corner of the 70-yard-wide building.
Across the street, the massive mall parking lot was quarter-filled with cars, though only one store — Borders Books and Music — was open.
So I crossed another road, walked into the supermarket, picked up one copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, stood second in line at the cash register, paid and left.
Clever trick on me, though. At 12:40 a.m., I'm far too tired to read.
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