There is a small little used bookstore my girlfriend and I went to last weekend. It’s tucked away in a massive brick warehouse turned to a multipurpose space. You need to make an appointment and get a key code to enter. It’s floor to ceiling books. Stacks on stacks. You’re encouraged to go diving. It’s just a treasure trove. So much fun. We left after an hour and a half with a box full of books. Best find that day, first edition of the Border Trilogy by Cormac McCarthy, in great shape. Used books stores are like time capsules.