“Jeffrey, come here! I found a book for you,” a woman bellows across the children’s section at a suburban B & N.
“No!” from somewhere in Teens.
“You’ll like this. You like science fiction.” The mom is still yelling.
Jeffrey appears. He’s about 11. “I won’t even look at it.” He turns his back.
“H.G. Wells. The War of the Worlds. I know you’ll enjoy it.” Mom holds up B & N cheapie edition.
“I said I’m not looking at it.”
Sigh. “What is it you want then?”
“I don’t know. It’s here somewhere.” Jeffrey walks away.
Thirty seconds later. “This is it!” Jeffrey emerges from stacks and carries off Brian Jacques’s Martin the Warrior like a trophy, with a smile across his face.