It must be spring . . .

. . .  when hope springs eternal, and a young man's fancy turns to - books?

A new bookstore just opened in town. It sells "real" books. New ones.

Wow.

The owner is either an eternal optimist or a drug dealer trying to launder money. I'm thinking the former.

My first purchase: Complete Works of Shakespeare, to replace the edition that seems to have walked recently.* No home should be without this William guy's plays. As the bookstore owner mentioned, he seems to have a future in front of him.

* No, this doesn't relieve you of the responsibility of returning it.