On her way to Thanksgiving at Roseland, VA, Chicken Corner stopped in a Charlottesville commercial strip to buy kabocha squash (not found). Next to the bustling Whole Foods, was the modestly named Book Room, which housed the biggest pulp fiction collection CC has ever seen: thrillers, mysteries, fantasy, organized into subgenres -- the headier bookshops near the University of Virginia being located a couple of miles farther into town. And there was the chair. Chicken Corner might have sat, made a commitment, but the consequences seemed so...eerie. Better to find the trade fiction shelves, say hello to the touchstones. And stay on Earth.