Dodge a denim couch. Watch your knee sneaking past an injection-molded coffee table with an incomplete Frida Kahlo puzzle sitting on top. Keep your eyes open: Eat My Words is a treasure trove with no operative logic. A signed copy of Nick Offerman’s Gumption rests on a too-tall stack of Bat Boy Lives!, a Weekly World News compendium. Five feet behind the rack, a yellow spine with the words Crocheting in Plain English beckons in you in a serif font. This is a store where you can easily disappear, eventually finding yourself sitting in a secondhand chair in a secluded enclave with a pile of Shel Silverstein books that are all missing their dust jackets. That’s a rare and wonderful thing.
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