This is sad as hell.
So many important moments of my life have been centered around New York bookstores.
The first time I kissed a boy was in the basement of a midtown bookstore.
The first time my boyfriend and I met IRL (we met online), we decided to meet at the Barnes & Noble in Union Square - a safe, comforting space for both of us.
And, of course, my parents met when they were both employees of a now-defunct chain bookstore called Bookmasters, in 1968.
Bookstores are basically the basis of my entire life.
