A Boy and his Bookshop: A tragedy in three acts
Okay, nobody’s bones were ground up and baked into bread. There was no exchange of severed heads. So maybe the tragedy does not quite reach Shakespearian levels.
Still, I Love a Mystery bookstore closed, sprang back to life and closed a second time. I don’t think even Lazarus got a third chance. The first time the store closed was half way around the world in New Zealand. The shock was cushioned by my being too far away to experience it in person. The earth shook (repeatedly) but no graves gave up their dead. No comets scorched the night skies. I suspect the shaking was due a series of earthquakes along the ring of fire. It might not have been related to the store closing at all.
After returning to the United States, a real estate deal fell through and I Love a Mystery unexpectedly reopened. Alas, poor mortal fool that I am, I did not full savor the autumnal moments with my beloved store. My idle dallying with other independent bookstores ‘twas only when I was bespelled by their glimmering tomes.
ILM held my heart and graced my dreams. Oh store, you gave your honors to the world again. Your blessed part is in heaven. May you sleep in peace.