The books were steeply discounted. As I wandered through the store, it felt like I was looting a dying friend's house. Is there someone I could apologize to? I bought a Kindle and my visits to Borders dwindled. And when I did go to Borders, I furtively wrote down the titles of books I liked and then ... gulp... I bought them on Amazon. I'm sorry! I was just trying to save a few dollars! I didn't mean to kill Borders.
I probably shouldn't have visited Borders today. The store was gasping for a final breath. About 99% of the books are gone, and the remaining books are scattered haphazardly throughout the store: an Anne Rice novel is next to a book about romantic relationships which is next to a book about the history of beef. Depressing? Absolutely.
Here is the last bag I will ever get from Borders. I'm thinking about having it bronzed. (That's a joke. Well, not really. Is it possible to bronze a plastic bag? Or maybe I can have it stuffed and turned into a pillow?)
Goodbye, Borders. Rest in peace.
