I really miss used book stores

When I was younger, it seems like there were so many used book stores. I used to beg my parents to drive me to smaller towns specifically for the used book stores.

I don’t mean thrift stores that also have book section and only ever seem to have unread copies of The Last Geisha, diet cookbooks, and celebrity memoirs. I mean small stores that smell faintly of mildew and old books, with an old car sleeping on the windowsill and where the floorboards creak after every step. They were magical places for young me, and I would browse for hours while chatting with the shop owner or other customers (as an extremely shy girl, this was a big deal for me).

Bring back independent bookstores that aren’t cringe!! Tell me about your favourite used book store memories!