Our Words Are Stars

3. A simple, but unique story in a bookstore.

Have you ever heard that if you check someone's browser history is almost like looking through that person's soul?

You know, stuff they buy, things they look up for answers, pictures they looked at, questions they formulate... that way, with that information we can have an idea what's going on in someone's life; what they feel, want and need.

Well, those very same results you can get them if you work in a bookstore. That, and if you love books and look closely to what people read.

For example, I don't really know the tall man with the funny mustache who always wears a formal suit, but he always buys cooking books. He even bought "Cooking for Dummies" so I guess things are not so good so far.

Then, we have this old lady called Alma, and to be honest I wouldn't know her name either if not because she is so polite and she comes every month without a fail so she introduced herself and asked for my name as well. Since then, she always looks for me so I can give her new romantic novels recommendations. (I'm already running out of recommendations, by the way).

We also have this funny girl with blonde hair and brown glasses, I think once I heard someone calling her Andrea. She is always looking randomly through the shelves but in secret she goes to the sexuality section and whenever I try to approach her in that area she opens her eyes like plates and runs away.

This one I can't miss to tell about: a guy who always comes on Sundays, eating a McDonald's ice cream (that I don't know who he manages to get in because we don't allow people to come into the bookstore with food or drinks) he always go to the same book route: big, hardcover history books, then musicians' biographies and lastly but most important, he goes to check our new esoteric books. He almost never buys anything, though.

I really believe we all have necessities, and books, even if it could be much less with the existence of Internet, they can provide us with the information or the stories we are looking for to know; those empty spaces inside us. Maybe so we can make that night's meal, or ways to get back the flame burning bright of our relationships, or know how to get a spiritual clean or a voodoo guide, or simply because we want to read a story of a love we haven't found ourselves, books are there for us.

That's why I adore to work between books and people. It just makes me feel like I'm not alone, that I'm not the only one who loves books. Maybe I know what they want to read, but I don't know their reasons, their stories. And that's fine.

To a certain point, I also believe we are our own stories, still working on our own best-sellers. And we're looking for more information, for more inspiration so we can go on with our plots we call life.

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I don't know what kind of sick sense of humor someone has to have so they found the idea of letting a book descrbing sexual positions in the children's area. Truth to be told, Frozen books look more interesting with a book like that next to them, but still I decide it's not good idea to let it there so I take it away. It's not even the first time this happens, the first time it was certainly funny, but after the third or fourth time, it's just boring stuff.

I returned the book to the sexual topic's area. Are which, by the way, I don't know why the bookstore's manager decided to put it next to the family section, and call it a good idea. As I get to the area, I found the same girl, the blonde hair, brown glasses, funny face-looking girl in the sexuality aisle. Like all the other times, her blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail and is wearing her big frame brown glasses. She is pretty, I have to admit. She is even prettier when she blushes whenever I or any of my other coworkers try to talk to her in this part of the store. I can relate to that.