I walked in planning to grab a coffee and browse for twenty minutes. Two hours later I was sitting cross legged on the floor between two shelves, completely unaware that time had passed at all.
Alabama hides little gems like this more often than people realize. A college town, a few thousand books, and a coffee bar that somehow makes everything feel slower and better.
The kind of place where strangers end up recommending novels to each other without even trying. I love bookstores that smell like old paper and fresh espresso at the same time…