Magazines

I have been craving Barnes and Noble and their HUGE magazine racks lately. Here we have a few magazines, you know the normal stuff like some craft magazines, travel magazines, sports magazines, some cooking magazines, some game magazines like Sudoku, we have Mad magazine, all the entertainment magazines, and sometimes Oprah, sometimes Rachel Ray. There is plenty to interest the young male sailor Playboy, Maxim, and probably all of the others that are out there. But when I browse our very small magazine rack at our very small bookstore I am always left wanting. Part of what I love about magazines is I am able to sample a little nibble of another's life and interests...without committing too much. What we have here is a superficial sampling. There are no literary magazines here. What? Does nobody read? What about Scifi mags, spiritual magazines, or something else for me to have as the tiniest diversion when life is slow? I don't care about fashion. I hate to shop. I don't like gadgets. I don't ride motorcycles. I could not give a rat's patooky about what the celebrities are up to. I hate politics. I don't want to know what is going on in the world (at least not all that negative stuff). Ah, to be at Barnes & Noble where I could grab a small coffee, browse all of those wonderful shiny magazines, select 3 or 4 to peruse, and then plop myself on the bench that runs parallel to the racks and lose myself in something new...different...exciting (?).