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Everyone who worked there was smart and young and exquisitely nerdy. Eventually I befriended the owner, Christine Onorati, a funny, sharp, fast-talking whirlwind of a woman, and her store manager, Stephanie Anderson, who at 25 had already read everything I had read and also everything I hadn’t. I admired them both and loved talking to them. I had a book launch there, and another, but also it was a spot for my friends and I to meet on a weekend morning, and a store where I could buy last-minute gifts, and perhaps most of all a place to feel less lonely when the words weren’t coming out just as I would like. Ray Oldenburg writes in The Great Good Place of the importance of third places in communities, how we need a place that is different from work and home where we can connect with our neighbors. WORD, like all great bookstores, had become my third place, and I imagine for many others in Brooklyn as well.

One day in 2010 Christine asked me if I wanted to work there. It felt like some kind of dream had come true, to be able to touch all these books, and talk to all these people. My third book had come out and flopped, and I was questioning my career, not that I had one, because I knew I wanted to write, but what it meant to have one. We get so occupied with the numbers sometimes—especially when they are terrible—that we can lose track of why we’re doing what we’re doing. We forget people are actually reading our books, and that it has a life outside of reviews and sales figures and book advances and marketing plans. I remembered all of that again once I started working at WORD.

During a single shift there I might sell just one copy of an author’s new book but I could feel outrageously happy for that author because I saw the face of the person who was buying the book, their excitement to take it home, and I would remember the conversation we had about it, and I would think, “It’s in good hands now.” And maybe a week later that same customer would come back in and tell me exactly what they thought about it.

Every shift, all around me, there were people who were delighted to be in that store, carefully fingering the covers, whispering to friends, asking questions of the employees, sharing knowledge, being excited and charming and nervous. It was the neighborhood (not yet quite changed and still relatively affordable), it was Christine and Stephanie (exuberant and enthusiastic), it was my co-workers (a few of whom I count now as dear friends), and it was the exact right moment in time.

While I worked there I started writing my fourth book, The Middlesteins. I wrote it for me first—I will always write my first draft for me—but there was another version now, a draft where I knew now the possibility of my book being read. In my mind I saw the potential joy and interest of an audience. I had a better understanding of what books meant to the world because of my time working at that unique third place. It’s why I thanked them in the dedication to that book, calling them “the best bookstore in the world.”

WORD just celebrated its tenth anniversary, and has expanded once to a shop in Jersey City and just announced it is expanding again with a children’s shop near its Brooklyn shop. What a triumph to have made it a decade as a small business in New York. I feel so proud to have been a small part of it, but more than that, grateful.