Almost every time I fly, I have to stop at one of the little airport bookshops. Most of the time, I bring plenty of books on trips and can avoid the temptation of buying new books, but sometimes, I’m not prepared, or I see a book that I feel like I just have to have. So, I buy a book at an airport. No matter how good I think the book will be, it never ends well.
With one exception, I have never enjoyed a book I bought at an airport. I’ve read a mystery that couldn’t seem to decide who the perpetrator was. Another time, I read a young adult sci-fi where every character had to have a drug problem; it was a bit much. The only time buying a book at an airport turned out okay was when I stuck strictly to authors I had already read and liked. Every other time, I’ve ended up with books I don’t want to finish.
The problem with airports is the rush. Unlike proper bookstores, where you can browse as long as you like, in airports, you don’t have time to properly look at and consider books unless you have a really long layover. This lack of time leads to rushed book-buying decisions and lack-luster books.
Don’t buy books in airports. It doesn’t end well.