forget avian flu, forget wilma, forget taxes
Bookseller chick makes a rainy Monday even more cold and cruel.
It’s strip or die, really.
So last Thursday, we stripped nine boxes of mass markets to clear out the bins: fiction, romance, science fiction/fantasy and mystery. No one was safe.
Each box holds approximately 48 books, so around 432 books were stripped that morning. The rampage continued through this week as more product arrived.
Those were 432 books that never saw the sales floor.
I would like to assure you that each title was represented somewhere, that there was at least one book on the shelf and one in overstock, but in the end I can’t.
I’m really not sure. Towards the end we were just guessing.