Sounds like a place I’d frequent, if not for the fact I am several hundred miles away.
One question I do have (and my apologies if I missed in in reading through): what kind of bathrooms will you have? Now before you start laughing, realize you will have customers like me.
I dearly LOVE to go shopping in used bookstores, but I must be comfortable enough to stay in the stores for extended periods of time to hunt for just…the…right…book. I walk in the the store and the smell of books and leather and paper and dust (and cats) make my brain go into major overdrive: "Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaw! A BOOKSTORE!! Oh boy ohboyohboyohboyohboy, what am I gonna find today! What am I gonna buy today? I can’t wait!
And my gut and/or bladder is saying (in a New Yawk accent), “Yo, smartboy, we gots needs, too! Right now, if ya know what I mean.”
And the lower system wins out, and the brain must wait until the guts & bladder are finished before we can look at all the exciting and wonderful books.
So, for those of us who end up inspecting the plumbing before the shelves…
Do you have a unisex one-seater room way in the back where I have to climb over stacks of books, mops, cleaning supplies, old boxes, etc. and hunt around for the light switch, and realize the light (a 20 watt bulb) is already on, and still have to climb over a stack of books to get to the toilet?
Or are there separate facilities for the men and women, but the tile on the floor is cracked, the wallpaper is peeling, the tank is cracked and mended with duct tape (but the toilet does flush!), the sink tilts to the left (and I have to guess whether you are one of those places that turns the hot water off but I don’t know it until I try to turn the handle and find nothing runs out), and the paper towel is sitting on the corner of the sink (all eight sheets left on the tube, and one-quarter of the towel is soaked from sitting on the corner of the sink).
Or are there separate facilities, and the women’s room is done up in such delicate shades of mauve that the local country club lavatory would wail in shame and embarassment of its own tacky burgundy hues, and a gorgeous amber-flecked vase of silk flowers sits on the marblized (Formica) vanity in front of the mirror (also done with hand-painted gold filigrees. The stall were made of metal, but had been marblized also, and did not clash with the vanity or the wallpaper. The floor was done in large pristine industrial tiles (no lumps in the floor) and there were no cracks around the drainhole. Damn, it was like being in a high class hotel. Only thing missing was someone to hand you a towel, and a whole slew of beauty and health care samples sitting on the table.
Been in all three types of bathrooms, all in used bookstores (the first one also describes our local Waldenbooks). The first one was heavy on the sci-fi and romance (good stock of those, but lacking in art and history), but I was very impressed that the owner of the third one had found a nice book of home renovations and actually had parts of the book displayed in the bathroom with ‘before’ shots of the bathroom (as in “I found this book here in the shop, and you can do this at home, too!”). One heck of a difference!
Keep the brain happy, but keep the gut happier, and you’ll have customers that stay longer, browse more and, hopefully, spend more.
Oh, and like others have said, lots of New York-ish cartoons, as well as reading quotes.
The used bookstore near the college was into classical music (especially string quartets), just enough for a soft background. Sundays was classical jazz day (different clerk).