Freedom’s Simple Joys at the B&N

ANTHONY EDWARDS patted the right pocket of his jeans, just to make sure his dictionary was there. He drew it out, thumbing the yellowing pages, pressing down the packing tape that held the cover. Then he walked through the front door and down the aisles of a shop along Route 22 here. He was 31 years old and going to a bookstore for the first time in his life, and he was determined to be able to understand every single word he encountered.

This is an awfully good article. As an avid reader with a scary dependency, instituted by my mother at the age of 3, on B&N; I was joyful to read that someone was enjoying what most of us in this country take for granted.