I'm pretty sure I have already created a post with this same title. But how can you not write an Ode to Borders every day? Yesterday I went to the one on Lawrence in Uptown. That Borders is like the only "ghetto" Borders in the world. It is also my favorite Borders ever because it is basically a transient hotel. Every aisle you go down you will find a homeless person sitting in the windowsill reading something. Also they are reading, like, War and Peace, and not just magazines, which is what I usually read there.
That is the only unique and lovely thing about this Borders. Otherwise it is business as usual: the salesladies who think they are so well-read but are really just bored housewives accost you about what you're looking for and remind the homeless readers that Borders isn't a library and that if they grub up any books they will be forced to buy them. The psychology section is 98% self-help. Religion includes a section divider for "Western Religion" which is really just a bunch of different-colored Bibles, but there is no divider for anything Eastern. And of course there are only four books of poetry, hidden in a dark passageway near the bargain books: Shakespeare, Nikki Giovanni with pictures of her plastered all over the covers, Yeats, and Chicken Soup For the Poet's Soul.
