Huntington Books

Stopped here twice. Hours sign on door says they should be open. No dice. Too bad. Looking through the windows it seems to be an interesting store. Four or five other people came, tried the door, and left.

A book hoarder’s paradise — be ready to spend a lot of time in here!
Look, I love me some unique and privately owned bookstores. But this place was just B-​A-​N-​A-​N-​A-​S. I have never seen anything like it! When you step inside and hear those little bells jingle jangle on the door, you feel like you’re stepping into Harry Potter land. I have never, and I mean EVER, seen so many books in one place in my entire life. They were stacked, shoved in front of one another, floor to ceiling, and just EVERYWHERE.
Imagine stepping into one of those houses on Hoarder’s…but instead of trash and dead animals, it’s books. That was this place. Not joking, there was a WALKWAY built into the books. The employee there did not even know I was in there because the books shielded me from view!
I’m sure you could find just about anything you wanted in here (they actually do cover quite a few genres), but you’d have to make a commitment to sort through everything, because there’s absolutely no rhyme or reason to the books except for the genre corners they inhabit. I would have sifted through some books and spent longer in there, but I’m not kidding, I had a panic attack from the claustrophobia (and heat) and had to leave.
Prices seem decent, and I do appreciate some creaky wooden floorboards.