I have a Barnes and Noble discount card. This is because I was a teacher and I still belong to a teachers' union. I think it may also be because the staff recognise a spender when they see one. This card is a very dangerous piece of plastic in my wallet. In this land of complicated shopping rituals, I am most excited about my B&N card.
You go into your 'local' store (18 miles away), you find some books you like the look of, you sit down and check them out, you buy quite a few (well, you have a discount card - it's like saving money, right?), you buy a hot chocolate or a cold orange juice, you make yourself comfortable in a huge armchair and read. Hours can go by. Then your friends turn up, laden with bags after trawling around the other shops.
Maybe I should make clear that I have thousands (thousands) of books. But they are in the UK. So I have been forced to start a new collection here in the US. Oh the hardship.
New clothes versus new books.