LA Weekly Best of 2009
BEST UNKNOWN BOOKSTORE
"...aside from its insanely organized shelves, it also offers a smalltown coziness that larger, independent stores lack. Rare is a used bookstore that understands that used-book lovers aren't hoarders and cat collectors, but rather lovers of pop culture and refined culture. Read is the absolute best little place to lose an afternoon and emerge delighted and excited with a handful of treasures."
Subscribe to us:
“What shall I do with all my books?" was the question; and the answer, "Read them," sobered the questioner. But if you cannot read them, at any rate handle them and, as it were, fondle them. Peer into them. Let them fall open where they will... If they cannot enter the circle of your life, do not deny them at least a nod of recognition.
Author Archives: Jeremy
“Either this man is dead or my watch has stopped.” ~Groucho Marx Time’s a helluva thing. I labor to mitigate its impact during my daily runs by utilizing the artful restructuring of measurement. An 8-miler is really just a 1-miler … Continue reading
A READ Books Eagle Rock Flashback I am Wrecking Ball January of 2007; my friend Ray & I enter a vacant storefront with grim countenances forged upon our mugs & heavy sledge hammers abiding upon our shoulders. We are here … Continue reading
If one’s sole exposure to words was through literature, one might perceive the English language to be a relatively coherent thing. But if one were obliged to interact with for-real humans, say in a bookstore, maybe because one’s ability to … Continue reading
The Greatest Taco in the World by Florence the READ Books Dog (as told to her biped, Jeremy Kaplan) Summer 2016 What is This Thing Called Hooky? On an average morning my big, goofy biped chooses to become a giant, … Continue reading
“The Sanity Clause” By Jeremy Kaplan & Flo Dog READ Books of Eagle Rock The Patron I’ll tell you what. When that gangly whippersnapper took to laughing at the political perspective of yours truly, it took all the self-control I … Continue reading
A Pound of Flesh… The email for this estate sale, alleged my allegedly industrious wife, alleged that there’d be “tons and tons of the very best books.” Having thus far stood in line on a sidewalk beneath a house on … Continue reading
The Queue “HEY JEREMY HOW’S YOUR BOOKSTORE DOING?” belched Shelly, setting off a chain-of-events that would culminate in me buying more books than I’d bargained on and for a lot less than I’d expected. It was a dick move … Continue reading
Those readers familiar with my earlier work know that I, Florence, am a dog with a checkered past. Due to systematic iniquities & racism, I had been unjustly imprisoned in the Crenshaw pokey, where the powers that be had blithely … Continue reading
What are the chances? In 1994 I met my wife in a large bookstore. We now co-own a small bookstore. We married in 1997 at the Long Beach Rod & Gun Club. We now co-own two children, yet neither of … Continue reading