Just happened to be in a bookstore this morning, picking up Candice Millard’s The River of Doubt: Theodore Roosevelt’s Darkest Journey (okay, for Book Club).
Report: there was a modest pile of That Book (which itself seems to contain a Modest Pile), and no one paying it any attention, let along hugging a copy while waiting in the cashier line!
…this in contrast to the frenzy reported from bookstores in the conservative hinterlands, like Grand Rapids.