it was in one of those enormous book chains with a coffee-shop in the corner and dozens upon dozens of shelves stacked with books she remembers walking into that store and thinking to herself that she could never in the whole of her life read all the books inside this building not if she made it her life 's work there was simply too much too many thousands and there was the long tail the line winding around the counters and displays and shelves winding down all the way forty-six minutes later to the table where dc glaser sat waiting with a stack of books at his side copies of eros and woodsmen piled high and he bent like a scribe over the open books of his reader 's scrawling his name with infinite patience he never seemed to tire of it of making his mark on those first blank pages .