A customer came into Barnes & Noble today, Halloween. She looked awkward and bookish, a 20-something woman with dyed black hair in pig tails and barrettes like a six-year old girl, white knee high tube socks with red stripes at the top, and tape on her glasses. She came to the register and was practically vibrating with excitement about the brand new Danielle Steel book, her favorite author, and I thought she might cry when she found out she was 36 cents short of being able to purchase the second Steel title she was hoping to buy. As I interacted with her, checking out the masking tape wrapped around the bridge of her purple Buddy Holly glasses, totally in love with her because she was spending her last pennies on books, I honestly could not tell if she was in costume for Halloween, or if she was truly this great of a character. That’s what I love about bookish types. You never can tell.
