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The editor of the blog I Hate The Strand seems to, well, really hate the Strand, that hulking monument to remaindered books and off-price calendars on Broadway and 12th.

Yes, the store is a difficult to navigate maze populated by strange creatures (we once saw a real life minotaur in the basement), but if you can simply find the book you're after, you come out feeling like Indiana frickin' Jones. There aren't many New York experiences that gratifying outside of stealing cabs away from old ladies.

Anyway, I Hate The Strand mocked up some funny Strand Bookstore Magnetic Poetry, which might make you just love your own shitty job a little more.
Drinking the Holiday Spirit(s) [I Hate The Strand]