Tractor Big Year: Farewell ye olde bookshoppe

Keeping up my theme of being controversially bold in order to spur myself into action, here’s why bookshops are DOOMED:

In the Old World, Robin Reader pays $15 to $35 for the privilege. I, the writer, pocket $1 to $3.

In the New World, Robin Reader coughs up $3 to $10. I receive $2 to $7.

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