n'est pas

One of my favorite things to do at large chain bookstorecoffeemusicextravaganzamarts (i.e. Borders), is to take lofty esoteric literature and place it amongst the Oprah book club selections, or light summer reading crap. And then I'll place two or three more to look like it was not a mistake.
I suggest "The Magic Mountain." Or anything by Kierkegaard or Kant, especially if it has the word "metaphysics" in the title.
Or if you really want to make them suffer- Henry James. That fucker's like a wordy version of Hawthorne, as if the succinct variety weren't bad enough.

It's the little things, really.