there is this secondhand book- shop near where I used to live, long before you knew me. it is, I believe, the best secondhand bookshop in the city, for it is like the Aladdin C s ve ave ave of books and a e every imaginable kind of ephemera on this earth. there is room upon room of all kinds of magical discoveries, with split levels and winding staircases leading into heaven, and upstairs you walk upon creaky floorboards