We’re into procrastination this week. Really into it. Like, fascinated in that way that you can get about sloths or snails or the incremental growth of moss on tree trunks. Totally. Which is why the traditional Wednesday newsletter is hitting your inbox on Thursday morning. 

Hello, Thursday. How are you? 

David Bowie, who released a fantastic record last week and then passed a day or two later, put up a list of his 100 Favorite Books on Facebook some time back. It’s a great list, and you can read it here.  We’d be delighted to have you stop in the store and see how many of them are on the shelves right now. And you can even quiz the staff on how many of this list they’ve read. Or tell us how many you’ve read. 

This coming Saturday is the sixteenth day of this new year, and it’s as good an excuse as any to celebrate. Downtown businesses will be celebrating ’16 in 16’ all day, and each participating store will have a unique offering that ties into the whole numismatitierologimus mysticagogical meta-referential thingamajig. 

Hold on. That might have something to do with stamps and the upcoming postage increase on Sunday. 

Either way, in the bookstore, we’ll be giving out coupons for a free used book when you spend . . . wait for it . . . sixteen dollars or more in the store. Come on down. Buy some books. Shop the other stores. Come back and get a free book before you head home. We got your Saturday covered. 

Sunday is the Seahawks game, and we know no one is leaving their houses. We don’t blame you. But Monday, the 18th, is Martin Luther King’s birthday. Or, “OMG! The kids are home! What am I going to do with them all day?” Day. Send ‘em down to the bookstore. We’ll be here from 11 to 3 (plus or minus, depending on someone’s mood). The bookstore is a good place to hang out, after all. Lots of books. Lots of comfy chairs. It’s a favorite place . . . 

Down the road a bit, football season will be over and the weather will improve, which means getting out of the house won't require eighteen waterproof layers and a headlamp. On February 18th, there’s a retail therapy night from 4pm until 7pm, and then from 7pm - 9pm, we’ll be doing our next adult evening in the bookstore event. “______” Night. 

[Adjective] Madlibs + [Adult Beverage] =
[Adjective] [Awkward Social Moment]. 

That sort of night. Plus we’ll do impassioned readings from Dear Old Love, our favorite collection of missed opportunities, post-breakup snark, and winsome missives. 

Speaking of Valentine’s Day, we’ve got a selection of lovely love books rolling in. Some of them aren’t even all that mushy. 

Also, while we’re on the subject of getting all maudlin and emotional about friends, the nominations for the 2016 Philip K. Dick Award were announced earlier this week, and Mark has just realized that he has shared a room with one author, shared an agent with another, attended a dinner party with wine and aerialists with a third, published the fourth, blurbed the book for the fifth author, and laughed really hard about desert choices at a fancy restaurant with the sixth. But it’s not about him, really. 

The Philip K. Dick Award was created to highlight paperback original science fiction, and the Award has a long history of recognizing some of the more interesting and mind-blowing speculative fiction that has been published. This year’s list is no exception, and we have the six nominees for this year’s award in the store.  


Overheard At The Store »»

Bob: So who won that staring contest with you and the stuffed dog?

Colby: He did. The cheater. 

Bob: Are you sulking? 

Colby: No. I’m just re-arranging these matches because I’m . . . ah . . . working with the I Ching. Yes, that’s what I’m doing. 

Bob: I thought the I Ching had six lines. You’ve got eight matchsticks there. 

Colby: Why don’t you just go shop that new section I put out for you and leave me alone.

Bob: I would, but you’ve got the zen garden music blasting so loud that I can’t really think, much less decipher the titles on those old pulp paperbacks. 

Colby: What’s to decipher? They’re either making some verb a noun by adding “-er” like “The Sneezers” or “The Snackers” or doing that whole “upmarket” thing that is all the rage in contemporary fiction. 

Bob: Upmarket?

Colby: Yes, like “The Insouciant Resentment of a Slow Demise” or “The Particular Malady of a Bruised Nightfall.” 

Bob: I don’t mind as long as they clearly number the series. I hate reading books out of order. 


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