There is something particularly soothing about waltzing into a massive, espresso-infused bookstore, where clean, crisp pages line standardized bookshelves beneath clear labels. There are always rows of cookbooks, fancy notebooks, and fluffy chairs to fold into. Although many booklovers flock to Chapters, I am more likely to be found in the dank confines of a second-hand bookshop, flipping through dog-eared, yellowing pages of decaying leather-bound books that are scattered in mounds around vintage tables. The antique feel (and decreased prices) pulls me in and I stay for hours. Still, I admit to shopping at Chapters when the opportunity arises (or, more honestly, snuggling up to read a novel while my friends shop around the mall). The gigantic corporation always appeared profitable and viable to me—so, when I learned of the massive debacle - including hundreds of books rudely returned to small publishers, a non-existent inventory system, and the physical destruction of unread works - I was shocked, to say the least. How can such a busy, full store be utterly bankrupt? How can small publishers be treated so poorly, with no protection from the Canadian government? How can we, as booklovers, avid readers, and writers, support that? Linger where you will, but I for one find this even more of a reason to hide beneath the towering piles of rotting literature in used bookstores—right where I belong. |
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