When I first moved to Hoboken, what I loved was that it was an artsy city that was a subway stop (and 7 minutes) from Greenwich Village, that it was bustling and urban, full of brownstones and writers, and it had three bookstores. Not for long, of course because Barnes and Noble came in and forced them all out of business. But gradually, my family began to spend more and more time there. We loved hanging out, drinking tea, reading, buying books. When my son was born, we spent even more time there because as he grew, he loved books and would often sprawl on the floor reading for many happy hours. The store was blocks from our home--convenient, welcoming, absolutely essential.
Sigh. Now Barnes and Noble is closing and Hoboken is about to be without a bookstore. I'm both angry, crazed, and upset. Someone said, "Thanks, B&N for coming in, running the indies out of town, and now leaving us in the lurch without a bookstore." I know times are tough, but I can't imagine not having a bookstore close by, and I'm desperately praying some indie will fill the void. And if anyone wants to open a store, I promise, I'll work for you a few hours every day for free. I'll get the word out.