The anchor shelf
The long wall facing the lamp is where we shelve the books we’d fight a distributor over—debut fiction, sharp essays, and the Maine writers who treat winter as a character.
Face-outs change on Mondays; staff picks live on handwritten cards. If a title vanishes, ask at the desk—we may have moved it to hold for a book club.
Regional history lives two bays over; kids’ new releases by the window where the light is honest by three o’clock.