Much of my debut novel, Storybook Ending, takes place in a Seattle neighborhood bookstore—one which bears, shall we say, an uncanny resemblance to Third Place Books in Ravenna. The story is a comedy of manners centering around a note left in a book that finds the wrong recipient. I set the story there because it’s my own neighborhood bookstore, and because I’ve spent so many delicious hours there since it opened more than 20 years ago.
If you’re lucky enough to have an indie bookstore near your home, you might have a similar attachment to the place. For those of us who love to read,
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