I love the serenity that being in a bookstore gives. As if in a shell from the world, one can browse, in relative peace, material and books while listening to that soothing sound of flicking a page than no tablet can emulate. More than a bookstore, they sell Legos, there's a pseudo-Starbucks in the shop, as well as greeting cards and reading accessories. Eton is such a congested mall with difficult parking and access, that truth be told, Barnes is usually the only reason I go.