Terminal 3 Magazine Kiosk

This is really a place huh. Good magazine selection, an interesting assortment of LA-​themed souvenirs. Limited drink selection though, and the space to walk around isn’t that much. There is a bookstore connected to this place with most of the current hot books and some genre-​specific stuff.
All in all very average Hudson Booksellers

6 hours…23 minutes…45 seconds, I’ve been at LAX now in Terminal 3 and I now know what Tom Hanks felt like in The Terminal… perhaps I will go and shave in the bathroom during the next 4 hours I will be held hostage here thanks to Airtran Airlines.
Anyhoo, my captors have been nice enough to sell me soy vanilla lattes, crappy hot dogs and a weak ass Bloody Mary, but 10 minutes ago, thanks to a not as creepy man as the one who ambushed my table 3 hours ago and kept trying to talk to me and told me, «You look like a good girl» offered to watch my computer and not steal it, I was able to walk 20 feet outside of the Starbucks to this one-​stop shop for all things awesome while stranded at the airport.
A bag of nuts, an issue of Martha Stewart Living, a red neck pillow (that I am wearing now so that no other creepy people will try to come and talk to me because they think I’m crazy. and they may be right), a pack of gum and a Dasani water.
It’s the little things, people.