This place is insane-u-crazy! Mounds upon mounds upon mounds of books, everything from my dear friend Dietrich B to textbooks to Vladimir Nabokov (that's right, the author of Lolita.)
Humorous anecdote: Kyle (the bro) was walking through the mounds and mounds and mounds of books and knocked some (a lot) over. The guy who owns the place is walking past him and says, "There you go knockin' shit around!"
I heard it from the other side of the store.
And it's so big, and the bookshelves are so intricately arranged that we literally played Marco Polo to find each other. Have you ever been subjected to a human maze? It's kind of like that, but with a purpose.
One more reason to love KC!