This week Borders booksellers filed for bankrupcy. This is a really sad thing, but it has been coming for a while now. I started to suspect something was wrong at the company about a year ago. It happened one afternoon when I simply needed to track down a copy of Charles Dickens’ Martin Chuzzlewit. So I hopped in my car and drove to nearest Borders. Back then, I generally preferred Borders to Barnes & Noble because the staff was a) more knowledgeable and b) less likely to try and sell me a Nook. Anyway, when I walked into the store, here’s what I found:
That’s right; they had fifteen different Dickens titles, but no Martin Chuzzlewit. So I got back in my car and headed on over to Barnes & Noble:
Out of just three Dickens books, one was Martin Chuzzlewit. What’s the moral of the story? Barnes & Noble is staffed by secret mind readers.
Don’t feel bad, Borders. No one can compete with that.