The bell above the door chimed as I entered my favorite bookstore. The moment I stepped in, I perked up when my eyes zoomed in on the newly arrived shelf and saw the book I had been waiting to be released there. I immediately made my way towards it, slipping past a group of people chatting by the door.
The bookstore was small, with a bunch of comfy couches and arm chairs and low tables in front. The bookshelves were lined at the back of the store. I loved the place. It smelled of wood and dust and sunlight and the place was so peaceful and quiet. Well, it used to be peaceful and quiet. Just recently, the owner added an espresso machine and the addition of coffee made the store more populated than before, gaining more visitors and regulars.
After I pulled the book off the shelf, I scanned
