This cute bookstore is the perfect place to lose yourself in for a short while after your mother drags you to yet another art gallery. And, if you just went to the Whitney and had to expose yourself to the utter shit that is their Biennial, then I would say this is a good place to stop for a breather before she drags you down an alley full of more impossibly heinous art people stare at to pretend they are somewhat creatively inclined.
Sorry, that just got personal.
This one-level story offers a small variety of children’s books, including a good selection of both popular and not well-known YA titles, and a significant amount of current fiction.
I picked up another copy of The Little Prince–my favorite book–and a special edition of Matilda.