A few years ago I was wandering through my local bookstore. This is a favorite past-time of mine. I think everyone has the same procedure. You grab a coffee, select a few obscure books that may be of interest, and then pick a seat in the cafe. Next, you initiate the modern social display, randomly flipping through the pages as you sip the double mocha caramel frappalatte and make yourself seem as intelligent and appealing as possible to other aspiring pseudo-intellectuals. Hey, it’s fun. I’m right there with you. My local store is just like any other. You have to pass through a few book displays before getting back into the main sections. This where they keep the latest celebrity chef memoir, mad political…