Bookgasm takes a field trip to the world’s most dangerous bookstore.
You see, as is apparent from oneâ€™s first step squeezing through the front door, Billâ€™s Yesterday Books is not the nicely organized, aesthetically pleasing publication warehouse like a Barnes & Noble or even a typical trade store youâ€™re used to visiting.
Instead, itâ€™s a whole damn house with no living space whatsoever. Books are literally (and pat yourself on the back, dear reader, if you caught that pun) piled to the ceilings, but not on shelves, with a foot-wide pathway rudely carved through the rubble that one must shimmy through sideways in order to travel. The place is so overflowing with reading material that the path itself is comprised of volumes. It is near impossible to see the walls. And a window? Forget about it. There isnâ€™t enough sunlight to discourage insects from forming veritable kingdoms in there. With careful balance and a reliable pair of mountain boots, the home is navigable, but itâ€™s a one-way trail, and friend, there ainâ€™t no passing once inside.