Popped over to the grocery store to get cat food, because they were out and when their bowl is empty they commence to rubbing themselves against my feet until I feed them. This isn’t a bad thing if it’s a furry foot massage at my desk, but it sucks—for all parties—when I’m actually trying to walk.

Anway. I don’t know about you, but I can’t go by the book section without stopping to browse. And it was time to hit the category shelves, anyway. (I had to get those expensive trade-sized must-haves out the way first, dammit. Have I mentioned how much I hate trades? They cost twice as much, they’re heavy enough to make my thumb cramp, and they don’t fit in my purse. And they cost twice as much.)

I’m sure everybody’s up on all the exciting changes going on at Harlequin/Silhouette. They’ve launched a Love Inspired romantic suspense line, which has rekindled bookseller’s interest in the LI line, I’m sure. And NEXT. The buzz is out there, and I guess the stores want them on the shelves.

Well, in a grocery store or a Walmart, they only allot category so much shelving. So how did they make room? That’s right. By no longer stocking the lines I’ve always read.

I was less than happy. Not unhappy enough to make the local news, but very much not pleased. And I came home empty-handed.