It’s an independent bookstore, and I can’t quite put my finger on what makes it so perfect, but rest assured I spent two hours perusing their perfectly organized racks, giggling my way through the “Hark, A Vagrant” collection, the Richard Feynman graphic novel, a few literary anthologies, and a bunch of others. They have lots of fantastic-looking events there (including a steampunk victorian valentines event next saturday. What?), and they even do self-publishing services. There are large benches and tables and plenty of seats within the store, and there’s the most fantastic cafe on the side of it, where I spent an hour organizing my new planner (Moleskine, hard cover, 75% off. I’m in love) and rewriting my modern physics notes over a cup of delicious coffee. Their teas look fantastic, too, and I definitely plan on coming back to try them. I can’t explain why, but its existence has brought me unspeakable joy; I see many visits in my future.
It’s funny how the only reason I knew of its existence was because it supposedly sells one of my favorite literary journals (Barrelhouse), and I left the store forgetting to look for it. It’s just a magical place. NirNerdvana.