Somewhere between the third big box return line and the fortieth algorithm recommended book that had nothing in common with the last one, the idea took hold: books deserve better matchmaking than "people who bought X also bought Y."
So, a shop. Small on purpose. Used books that already have a little life in them, new books that earned a place on the shelf instead of just a marketing budget. No trying to be everything to everyone.
A person who alphabetizes under duress, argues (lovingly) about whether a book counts as beach reading, and has strong, unsolicited opinions about which edition you should actually buy.
Annie built this shop the way you would curate a very specific dinner party guest list. Everyone here has to be interesting, and nobody is allowed to be boring just because they are popular.