Browsing the Stacks of a Used Book Store

[image error]Last weekend, my daughter and I visited what I consider to be a national treasure.  Or at least, a treasure here in the state of Michigan.

I discovered John K. King Used Bookstore years ago, but I haven’t been back in a very long time.  To my relief, the place is much the same as it was twenty-five years ago.  The building once housed a glove factory, but now it is four, fabulous floors of used books.  Everything from military history to YA to old Workbasket knitting magazines like the ones my grandmother used to get.

 

[image error]The best thing about John K. King, imho, is the atmosphere.  It’s an old, worn building, [image error]with scarred, wooden floors and lots of nooks and crannies.  It’s a bit industrial and pretty creepy, to be honest.  In fact, I’m planning on incorporating it into my Restless Spirits series, because what necromancer doesn’t want an antique bookstore in which to find old books on the occult?

I had only planned on spending an hour there, but of course, one hour turned into two and a half.  And, honestly, I could have stayed an extra three or four if they hadn’t had to close.