Chasing Pages

My running tally of Boston bookstores I keep wandering back into I go in for one book, I leave with three, and the staff at this point just nod knowingly when I walk in with my tote already half-full. This is less "best of" and more "the ones I'd drag a friend to on a rainy Tuesday," ranked by nothing except how many hours I've accidentally lost inside each one. (Fountain pen stays in my bag at these — some rules I actually follow.)