I love super cheap, kind of run down bookstores. The ones that don’t have the latest best seller, fancy events, or sometimes even any real order. I was in Philly a few months ago and my husband, a friend, and I decided to check out the Barnes Foundation (which I highly recommend to anyone who happens to be in the area and loves art), not knowing you needed to buy tickets in advance for a specific admit time. Well, we ended up with an hour or so to wait and…is that a bookstore across the street? The poor guys got dragged along (because I will never say no to an hour in a bookstore) and we ended up at Book Corner, which is part of the Philadelphia Free Library. A buck for mass market paperbacks, $2 for other paperbacks, and $3 for hardbacks. Also, a cat. Bookstores need cats. So, where I’m going with this, is that this wonderful little shop is where I stumbled upon The Girls in the Balcony, and I am so fucking glad bookstores like this exist because they give me access to amazing, inspiring books I might not otherwise read.