Post by Fluffy on Feb 12, 2006 12:32:10 GMT -5
Part II.
*The sign outside this strange little shop says "Pharmacy," but as your eyes adjust to the gentler light here, you see no cough drops or aspirin bottles, and you certainly don't see any racks of nylons or lipsticks. All you can see are books. Lots of books. Shelves in seemingly random combinations cover every available vertical surface, and all of them are crammed with everything from the latest Sue Grafton mystery to first-edition Irish drama, from Ian Fleming paperbacks to Harry Potter in four languages.
You have entered the Book Pharmacy. That strange leaf-haired person behind the counter -- the one in a rather dusty white coat and little black-rimmed specs -- is the pharmacist. Step up and describe your symptoms: aching for a heartbreak? Antsy for a thrill? Can't sleep? En Sylvan has just the book for you.*
*The sign outside this strange little shop says "Pharmacy," but as your eyes adjust to the gentler light here, you see no cough drops or aspirin bottles, and you certainly don't see any racks of nylons or lipsticks. All you can see are books. Lots of books. Shelves in seemingly random combinations cover every available vertical surface, and all of them are crammed with everything from the latest Sue Grafton mystery to first-edition Irish drama, from Ian Fleming paperbacks to Harry Potter in four languages.
You have entered the Book Pharmacy. That strange leaf-haired person behind the counter -- the one in a rather dusty white coat and little black-rimmed specs -- is the pharmacist. Step up and describe your symptoms: aching for a heartbreak? Antsy for a thrill? Can't sleep? En Sylvan has just the book for you.*
