Wow. I now have contact poisoning from being so close to so many trendy douche bags. Seriously. I am not kidding. And I only found one book. Well to be honest, my husband found the one book I ended up buying. They did have a nice selection of snarky fridge magnets (I had to have Bill Murray from "Stripes" pointing and saying "Don't be a douche") and some interesting gift items, even jewelry and tea pots. But that's not what I go to a bookstore to find. Call me crazy, but I love used book stores for the awesome weird, interesting BOOKS I find. This was pretty much the same over-priced crap they carry at every mainstream bookstore you can name. No one-off out of print gems about Canadian soldiers in WW1. No college press theses on the black death and its complete transformation it precipitated in the medieval world. No stories about Victorian thief takers. There were plenty of choices, just not for me. Sorry. If I wanted this stuff, I'd have gone to Barnes & Noble or somewhere where there was at least coffee.