While the era of big bookstore chains dominating the business of reading is slowly coming to a close, the scrappy, independent booksellers who stood in defiance for so long seem to be hitting their stride.

I like books. I’m one of those. I also like bookstores that aren’t boring and sterile. My skin shrivels a little when I walk past the Barnes & Noble on Court St. near my apartment and I feel a blast of recycled chilled air and see the sign for “religious

Find the City’s best selection of cheap classics—you know, all the books written before even your great-grandmother was gobbling on Moby Dick—and newer books too. For cheap.