I could easily spend a night (or two, or three) at a bookstore. I do mean a full night; curled up in a sleeping bag with a coffee in one hand and a book in the other. Hubby and I went out last night for our anniversary. Two hours of sheer bliss staring into separate sections of Barnes & Noble.
He picked up two copies of Forgotten Realms books that he needed and I picked up this:
and wanted this: