Intrepid former Algonquin intern David Bradley and his trusty sidekick, Lucky the Leprechaun, hit the road last summer for a tour of (almost all) the coolest, hippest, greatest indie bookstores in the United States. Join us for the journey… WINNETKA, Illinois — I could totally be an explorer. On my journey to The Book StallContinue reading

Intrepid former Algonquin intern David Bradley and his trusty sidekick, Lucky the Leprechaun, hit the road this past summer for a tour of (almost all) the coolest, hippest, greatest indie bookstores in the United States. Join us for the journey… KANSAS CITY, Kansas — OK, America. We need to talk. When I rolled into Kansas City I had no preconceivedContinue reading

Twice, Kepler’s Books came face-to-face with its own demise, and twice, it came out stronger on the other side, raising funds and finding new owners. Kepler’s most recent resurrection has completely reformed it, turning it into a hot bed of innovation.

Intrepid former Algonquin intern David Bradley and his trusty sidekick, Lucky the Leprechaun, hit the road for a tour of (almost all) the coolest, hippest, greatest indie bookstores in the United States. Join us for the journey… TEMPE, Arizona — Ladies and gentlemen, I am in love. Changing Hands Bookstore swept me off my feet, stole my heart, had meContinue reading

Intrepid former Algonquin intern David Bradley and his trusty sidekick, Lucky the Leprechaun, hit the road for a tour of (almost all) the coolest, hippest, greatest indie bookstores in the United States. Join us for the journey… HOUSTON– I finally broke down at Blue Willow Bookshop and bought two books. I knew it would happen eventually, but I have toContinue reading

Intrepid former Algonquin intern David Bradley and his sidekick, Lucky the Leprechaun, hit the road for a tour of  (almost all) the coolest, hippest, greatest indie bookstores in the United States. Join us for the journey… ASHEVILLE, NC — Let me set the scene. After a night of sleepless anticipation, you’ve started your road tripContinue reading