by Carmen Van Kerckhove
I was in Roanoke, VA on Thursday and stopped into a bookstore to pick up the latest novels by Haruki Murakami and Paul Auster, two of my fave authors. As the lady behind the counter rang up my purchases, we had this exchange.
Bookstore Lady: You must get it all the time!
Me: I must get what all the time?
Bookstore Lady: You know… you look just like her!
Me: Just like who?
Bookstore Lady: Oh no, I was afraid you were going to ask me her name. Um… You know… Her!
Me: I don’t know.
Bookstore Lady: You know…her…the famous one!
Me: [confused silence]