Bookstores

I bought a book today. It's called "The Giver". I read it years ago for school and now I realize that all books that kids read in school are good, but teachers overwork and over analyze them until the students want to stab the book and have the spirit leak out like when Harry killed the diary in the Chamber of Secrets.

Anyway, when I walked into the bookstore I went to the Art section and looked at a "How to draw Superheroes" book. Then I went to the Biography section and looked at a dreadfully nice novel about a famous horse trainer. The Canadian History section was next and I pretended to be interested in a book about Confederation. I then meandered over to the Self Help shelves and picked up a heavy textbook about mental illnesses and how to overcome them (funnily enough the "how to overcome them" section was not there). Lastly I reluctantly dragged my feet over to the Pregnancy area and shuddered my way through a horrifying picture book about what could go wrong with your pregnancy.

After doing this I made a beeline to the young readers section. I made myself as inconspicuous as possible as I reached up and grabbed "The Giver" and "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants". I furtively looked around and cradled the two books in my arm, so that no one could see the titles, and I practically ran to the checkout and hastily bought the two books. I made it quite clear that I wanted an opaque bag.