My sister Alice and her husband, Ben, gave me a wonderful birthday present that day: a bookstore gift certificate. I am addicted to books and libraries. It was like giving a gambler a stack of lucky chips.
It gave me an excuse to wander the aisles of my favorite stores, judge a book by its cover, pick up a new book, read a page or two and put it back down again. I was not a regular surfer. I was a real customer, armed with a good card in exchange for an expensive hardcover at no cost to me.