May 1, 2004

What I love about Green Apple Books is that it feels like someone’s living room (someone who owns a whole lot of books)–shelves brimming with various-sized titles, of course, piles of books scattered all over the ultra-worn hardwood floors and random chairs in the most opportune places, like wedged into a corner of the travel section (where I was planted for most of the eve). A few hours at this place tonight flew by like nothing plus I left with a copy of J. Otto’s Penguin Dreams under my arm. Click here to see what Chongo Chingi the Penguin dreams about.

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