Do you love book stores? Those orderly, little universes of paper and gloss and yesterday's ideas, facts, memories, observations, and feelings into which, from time to time, the flesh-and-blood world enters?

Poet and Oral Historian Ralph Dranow does.

Having lived, worked, and breathed bookstores for over fifteen years, he celebrated them in Sunday Ritual, which nycBigCityLit reviewer Tim Scannel believes are the "best poems about the aura and patrons of the bookstore.