The stock at a recently opened used bookstore seems carefully chosen, uneven like somebody’s personal library. In the fiction section, there are wide sections of shelf space given over to books by individual authors. There’s a fistful of Italo Calvino books. One of them would fit perfectly in the gap left on my shelf at home by a book that was given away.

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