Five years ago, I was drifting through an Urban Outfitters store in Manhattan, searching for a pair of discounted winter gloves, when a table of books caught my eye: A wood tabletop, ten stacks across and three high. As someone who considered himself to have literary interests, but unaware that the chain sold books, I had questions: What books did the young people who shopped here enjoy? What were they being encouraged to enjoy? What was I missing out on?
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Evan Klonsky 