perfect timing

When I am in the neighbourhood of my favourite one-room independent bookstore, I always go in.

When I am inside this bookstore, I always buy a book or two or more. 

Walking around the bookstore this Saturday, a strange feeling suddenly started to crawl up my back. My usual problem is that I can't make a choice because there are too many fantastic books I wish to buy. This time, unexpectedly, I had an opposite issue. I looked a the fantastic books and none of them spoke to me.  I knew that all the books in the store were carefully chosen and anything I have ever bought from there has given me a positive reading experience. Most of my books in recent years are from this bookstore. I was puzzled by my peculiar situation - a reader in a fabulous bookstore, surrounded by collection of quality books, and incapable of choosing anything. 

After looking at the books on the shelves against the wall and walking around a table in the middle of the room I came close to the counter.

"Terje, I have something for you," the owner of the bookstore spoke to me. 

"The book just arrived from the publisher and I am sure you'd like it," she smiled, reached her hand over the counter towards me and showed me a small book. 

"Yes, this is exactly what I need," I responded, and I felt how I became lighter and a smile stretched over my face. The book was a third collection of small slices of life by a lovely female author. 

I bought the book. 

The representative of the publisher stood close by and looked at the exchange with a pleasant surprise.