“I created this bookstore like a man would write a novel, building each room like a chapter, and I like people to open the door the way they open a book, a book that leads into a magic world in their imaginations.” George Whitman That mustard yellow sign, sage green door, and Shakespeare picture welcomed …

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I blame Victor Hugo. He is the reason for thousands of dollars spent, absence at family reunions, wear and tear of jet lag, and a penchant for daydreaming at work. He is the reason I adore Paris so much. My love affair began in the pages of Les Miserables, that 19th century Romantic novel of …

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