I love gardening books, all kinds of gardening books. I buy them, I ask for them for gifts, I read them, I sometimes review them. I’ve even downloaded a few to my iPhone for “just in case” reading if I get caught somewhere and want to read about gardening.
Whenever I go to a bookstore, I seek out the gardening books first. Most of the time, I have to go up and down the aisles trying to find the gardening section, especially at my local Borders bookstore, which seems to transplant — I mean move them –more often than a indecisive gardener moves plants around. I always end up having to ask where they are.
But at the local Barnes & Noble bookstore, it was easy to see the sign for “Gardening”, right there next to the bigger sign for restrooms. Could there be any worse spot for gardening books or any books than on either side of the entrance to the restrooms? And a survey of some of my garden blogging friends indicates that this is a common store layout across the country.
I tried to look at the gardening books there, I really did. But I gave up after a few minutes because of all the people who were waddling back to the restroom, slamming one door, then another. Then there were the flushing noises. Plus, there was no place to sit to look at a couple of books more closely.
By the way, the cook books are all in another section of the store with a nearby big comfy sofa and two arm chairs. Isn’t that nice? If the gardening books had been in that section, I would still be there trying to decide which dozen I should get!