At least it's a literate gremlin

I'm not sure what it is about this particular used book store in Robinson, but I turn into some little goblin-creature whenever I'm there.  I scuttle around, clutching volumes to my chest, gibbering, squeaking, and going "mine mine mine" and, occasionally, giggling maniacally.

I am at a loss to recall any other place where I scuttle. But it gives great enjoyment to whoever has come with me, and I got some great prices on hardcovers to replace some paperbacks that are falling to shreds.


BTW - is or has someone recently started publishing past Hugo winners in hardcover?  I saw Memory and The Doomsbday Book in matching unfamiliar covers with 50th Anniversary of something or other logos on them.