Every Sunday I have to go to the grocery store, usually to buy giant containers of Lactaid, some yogurt, and whatever heatable food items I can find for weeknight dinners (we haven’t had a kitchen since January and oh my holy mother of asparagus does it SUCK). I usually don’t allow myself much time in the book aisle because one, both, or all three men who are with me usually protest the delay within the first 2 minutes of my browsing. But! The A&P got tricky on me and has moved the book section, so it’s now adjacent to the cereal – which means more than five minutes of browsing! WOO!
So check out what I found: you know what’s shelved higher than Nora Roberts, Dean Koontz, and Clive Cussler? Black romance, that’s what. Granted, this is a tiny tiny shelf in a suburban grocery store, but damn, Carmen Green, Adrienne Byrd, Brenda Jackson and Donna Hill got some prime real estate at the A&P. Sweet! Now I want to go meet the book buyer who serves my A&P.