In pursuit of my used bookstore

I harbor a romantic ideal of spending hours in used bookstores. I see myself sitting on top of a stack of books, reading, and kneeling on all fours to dig out the cleaner copy of "A Moveable Feast." But in truth, I find used bookstores overwhelming. There is too much going on, too much disarray, too many romantics roaming the aisles. I visited New York's famed Strand Bookstore and I was so flummoxed, I left my wallet on the toilet paper dispenser.