In this age of Amazon recommendations and Kindle downloads, I still rely on the old-fashioned services of a book buyer. My personal book buyer has an uncanny ability to anticipate my tastes. He has introduced me to out-of-print novelists, obscure playwrights and classic philosophy tracts. I’ve enjoyed nearly all of his choices, though quite a few remain stacked in my bookshelf, still unread.In a delightful essay called My Backlogged Pages in The New York Times, John Feffer writes about his personal bookbuyer - a teenager in fact, who turns out to be .... . Well, read it yourself!