By Cassie Sheets

Whenever I visit Andersonville, I cling to the arm of a friend (if no friend is available any stranger will do) and beg them to stop me from going into Women & Children First. Odds are I was there last week and bought six books I’ve yet to finish. By now, I should know that as soon as I see the purple awning in the distance, I will wrench myself away from the person I’m with and run toward the doors shouting, “I’m sorry! I just need five minutes. I won’t buy anything! I promise!”

This, of course, is a lie. (more…)