“It felt biblical,” remembers Joanne Williams, who discovered the health text in a Denver bookstore in the 1970s.
It all began when the two met in the early months of summer at a St. Augustine Barnes & Noble bookstore.
He might be a busboy, or more likely, the disheveled nerd working behind the counter at a bookstore.
The bookstore was opened as a way of presenting Italian books and culture to Manhattanites.
What it did not resemble was any other bookstore in the nation.
Elfrida ran up stairs, put on her cape and bonnet, ran out to the bookstore, and bought the book.
I paused before the display window of a bookstore of the level.
Ten minutes ago I was passing that bookstore again, and I stepped in and fetched away another copy of that book.
Mr. Knox was clerk in the bookstore kept by Daniel Henchman.
I remember once seeing him on his hands and knees under a table in a bookstore.