So far, she’s had:

write on Burke’s Book Store in Memphis, TN;

on DC’s Books for America;

on D.C.’s Kramerbooks and Afterwords;

on Albany’s Dove & Hudson;

on San Francisco’s Green Apple Books;

on Bloomington’s Caveat Emptor;

and on San Francisco’s Adobe Books.

My personal favorite so far is , also on DC’s Books for America, which begins

Among its many other well-documented disappointments, Washington is badly fixed for good bookstores. The city’s permanent standing army of wonks and think tankers either feast on free review copies or do their grimly efficient intellectual trading at the standard B and N or Borders outposts. And that means that stores that traffic in literary-cum-indie fare are either too embattled (e.g., the well-meaning but erratically stocked Chapters, in downtown’s revived Penn Plaza neighborhood), too self-satisfied (the outer Northwest depot of bien-pensant reading, Politics and Prose, which does for written smugness what NPR does for the broadcast audio kind), or too fraudulent (the overhyped Kramerbooks and Afterwords in DuPont, pretty much a Yuppie pick-up venue decorated haphazardly with Times bestsellers) to satisfy hard-core browsers.