Here's a place where you can buy your favorite 1950s pulp magazine or flip through a 1,000-page etiquette book that reminds you to, "Treat any swimming pool, even a public one, as if it were you own." Whether you have a taste for the sophisticate or love lowly sci-fi like me, Bookleggers has a used book for every literary type.

The interior feels like a library, with rows of slightly books neatly packed away onto wooden bookshelves. Bronze dog heads flank a line of children's books, and though the space is orderly, you're apt to find an occasional book, like the brown hardcover I saw, "The God that Failed," pulled out and left behind by a customer. Overhead fans create a cool breeze and rustle the pages of Anne Rice paper backs ($3-$5).

Hang up your jacket by the door and relax because you might be there a while. The owner listens to The Doors while typing away on his computer; he's not the type to force-feed you his favorites and will never lurk over your shoulder. Instead, he'll offer friendly advice when called upon. Don't linger too long in the extensive cookbook section trying to decipher how to make the perfect roast, or you might walk out salivating like I did.

Centerstage Reviewer: Maude Standish