This is our cosy Reading Area where you can sit and browse through some interesting vintage publications. We don't actually serve coffee in the shop but you are welcome to bring one in. There's a cafe just down from the shop (The Commute Cafe) where you can get a takeaway drink. This has got to be the calmest, cosiest place in town!

Here you'll find books on Poetry and some of the classics like Anthony Trollope's Barchester Chronicles. There's also some old Penguin favourites like P G Wodehouse. Pick one up and delve into the world of Jeeves & Wooster:

Jeeves," I said, indicating with a gesture the gent's ordinary dinner jacket or smoking, as we call it on the Cote d'Azur, which was suspended from the hanger on the knob of the wardrobe, "as to shove that bally black thing in the cupboard and bring out my white mess-jacket with the brass buttons."

He looked at me in a meaning manner. And when I say a meaning manner, I mean there was a respectful but at the same time uppish glint in his eye and a sort of muscular spasm flickered across his face which wasn't quite a quiet smile and yet wasn't quite not a quiet smile. Also the soft cough.

"I regret to say, sir, that I inadvertently omitted to pack the garment to which you refer."