I told myself I only needed one book. That was the plan walking in, quick browse, quick exit, back in the car within ten minutes.
An hour later I was sitting on the floor with three books stacked beside me and a cat curled against my leg like we had known each other for years. Nobody warned me about the cats.
Wisconsin has plenty of good bookstores, but this one felt different from the second I walked past the front table. Something about the quiet purring and the smell of old paperbacks made it impossible to rush…