A Bookstore Romance MAG

January 12, 2012
By Alice Reagan BRONZE, Swampscott, Massachusetts
Alice Reagan BRONZE, Swampscott, Massachusetts
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My favorite section is Mystery. I work in a bookstore and my favorite section is Mystery. The women and men who buy these books are the ones you'd never suspect. Quiet, unassuming people with thick glasses and dark curly hair. They come in the store silently; they know what they want. They slide over to the back corner of the store, on the other side of Children's and peruse their favorite author's shelf. Most mystery writers have a series, and the true Mystery connoisseur has read them all. The only reason they come to the store is to pick up the latest installment. And if it's only available in hardcover? No problem. These people are addicts, and they're not cheap. I've seen many a Sue Grafton junkie plunk down $22.50 for a novel that will be devoured in an hour and a half.

Mysteries feel great. They are all basically the same size, about an inch thick. I can fit five at one time in each hand. I love the way they slide into their places on the shelf, perfect every time. They have such great titles, too. The Face of Death, Murder at the Monastery.

I was straightening the Garden section, putting Gardening the Easy Way in front of The Weekend Gardener when I saw him. He was an aisle over in the Literature section, reading the back of Madame Bovary. His name was Matt. I recognized him from school; he had just graduated, and it was June. That night I would search the yearbook for his picture, pore over his senior quote, memorize his face. But just then, I knew it was lust.

May I help you? I'd say, sauntering over to him, looking him straight in the eyes, my direct approach almost startling him.

Why, yes, if you would, he'd reply. I was just looking for a romance. Do you know of any good ones?

Ah, my specialty, I would purr. I was so very coy. Jane Eyre is the best of the Gothic romances, but Lady Chatterley's Lover is also fabulous ...

"Ellen? Ellen. Ellen!"

“Uh – what? God, you scared me to death." I awoke from my daydreaming to the acne face of Ron, my boss. Ick.

“The regional manager is going to be here within the hour. Can you move on to Social Sciences, please? This half of the store looks fine."

I grunted at Ron. He didn't deserve my attention. I looked around, but Matt had left.

The next day I came into work there was a note on the counter for me.

“Ellen – straighten – Psychology – call in special orders – vacuum – Thanks – Ron”

Ron didn't use punctuation. It was too committal. Ron also never called the Psychology section by its new name: Self-Help. I think Ron just wanted to show off that he knew how to spell psychology.

Self-Help took up a whole wall, behind Travel and across from New Age. It was really a mess – some shelves were overstocked, while others had wide, white gaps. It was supposed to be alphabetical by subject, then in each subject, alphabetical by author. The subjects were all out of order, never mind the authors. I think it made some of the people with whom I worked nervous to be around Self-Help. I know Ron avoided it completely: Self-Help was embarrassing. It was for vulnerable divorcées looking for a lover: How to Marry the Man You Want NOW! It was for those who couldn't control themselves: It's Not What You're Eating, It's What's Eating YOU. It was for ... it was for Matt, who was browsing two shelves away from where I was, crouched on the floor in a skirt, rearranging misplaced books and mumbling about how no one who shelved this section knew the alphabet.

Excuse me, miss? he'd say earnestly, his cowlick standing on end, his cheeks almost purple with embarrassment.

Yes? Can I help you in some way? I'd say graciously, rising – no, floating up to his eye level from where I had been shelving, my swan-like neck bowed gracefully.

I was looking for a book called, um, Overcoming Shyness. (Matt was so adorable when he stammered.)

Why, I know that book, I'd say, quite sure of myself. It's right here. I ran my fingertips along the spines of the books until I came to it. Right there. And I would start to pull out the book for him when – Oh God! It was right next to How to Satisfy A Woman Every Time and Have Her Begging For More!

This was awful, just the most awkward, most mortifying thing that could ever –

"Ellen, are you doing anything or just staring at the sex books? Huh?"

"God, Ron, I am not staring at the sex books, I'm fixing this section, and if whoever put these away in the first place had done it right, I could be doing something else."

I looked around, but Matt had left.

The next time I worked, there was a huge shipment of New Fiction in, 20 boxes full. I love brand new books, almost as much as I love Mystery. Brand new books, heavy with important words, heavy with beautiful covers, dust jackets with raised letters, pages that smell like the world. I love the authors' pictures on the back covers. Authors look like real, live people. Most of them are kind of chunky around the middle, they almost always wear their favorite pair of jeans and an old shirt to the photo shoot; they look like the people across the street. I like the ones who smile best. It shows they don't take themselves too seriously.

Each book has to be checked in on an invoice. One check next to the number of books received, another check next to the price to make sure they match, because sometimes they don't. I like checking in the books. It's exciting to pull out the latest novel by a famous author, to be the first one to see it, to hold it, to feel its exact weight and width in my hands. It's not exciting, though, when the sticker price is wrong on 45 copies of the new Stephen King novel, and I have to split all my fingernails prying the price off and write up new ones to slap on the inside flap.

I was chewing on my lower lip – I do that when I'm aggravated – and carefully, carefully pulling off about the 300 millionth sticker, trying not to rip the dust jacket, and I was thinking about Matt. Maybe I could impress him by finding a really obscure book on the micro-fiche machine ...

You look kind of lost. Can I find something for you? I'd murmur in Matt's ear, as he was stumbling around the Dictionary section.

I really didn't think you would have it anyway. I was looking for a Yiddish-English dictionary for my grandmother, kind of a surprise, but you don't seem – (he was so kind, so generous with his time, helping his bedridden grandmother like that).

Well, let me look it up on the fiche. Maybe I can order it.

Oh! You can do that? I had no idea. Wow. He'd look at me adoringly, with those beautiful blue (brown?) eyes.

I'd stroll over to the fiche machine, push Ron aside and speedily find what Matt was looking for. Ah, here's one I think your grandmother would love to have ...

"Hey, Ellen, I didn't know you worked at this bookstore. I come here all the time. What's up?"

I looked around, and Matt was standing right there.

A week later, just before Matt bent to kiss me goodnight, I swear he mentioned buying a Yiddish-English dictionary for someone in his family. Nah.

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on Jan. 17 2012 at 10:30 pm
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on Jan. 17 2012 at 9:18 pm
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I love this! I work at a library and this is a recurring fantasy of mine--I'd love to find a book for a cute guy! And I love the way you described the new books and the mysteries. Very relatable fiction :)

on Jan. 15 2012 at 4:47 pm
TheCoffeeKitten BRONZE, Saugatuck, Michigan
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Aw, that's such a cute story! My favorite place in the world is a bookstore--wish something like this would happen to me one day. =)

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on Jan. 13 2012 at 4:10 pm
_Sarah_ SILVER, New Philadelphia, Ohio
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This was really cute and had a great ending. You also had a lot of nice detail that helped make it really realistic. I liked it a lot. :)

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on Jan. 12 2012 at 9:02 pm
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I seriously love this. Totally awesome!Good job! 5/5

on Jan. 12 2012 at 5:20 pm
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So great. I loved how you made her daydream and then had it come true. Realistic fairytale. So awesome.

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