Well, little bookstore, you have just turned two. It’s hard to grasp the notion of time inside the magical box that you are. You have grown so much in these two years. When you were a baby, and we all celebrated your birth on Oct. 29, 2015, you were so small, so lean.

Looking back, I realize how frail you must have looked to anyone seeing you for the first time. “Oh, poor thing,” many must have thought, believing you needed more nourishment. They were right. The bookstore needed food — it needed more books. You had so few books back then, you hardly looked like a bookstore.