Bookstores make me happy. Independent stores, and quality used shops, are things of bliss for a bibliophile. Ferndale's blessing is a branch of the John K. King chain that is to Detroit as Powell's is to Portland, albeit maybe on a more modest scale. I didn't learn about that similarity until well after I had slipped past the "We're having a )(%@!)% sale!" sign on several occasions.
This outpost is fairly small physically but still boasts shelves upon shelves groaning and laden with books. I find the non-fiction section to be dated; self-help, nutrition, cookbooks, history guides and the rest are worn with use and probably from the mid-90s on average. For some people that might not appeal, and for others stricken with B&N/Amazon fatigue, anything different is a blessing. John K. King is to books what a good vintage shop is to clothing, full of oddities and unique pieces not many others are likely to have. And if they do, chalk it up to good or at least varied taste.
The delightfully dusty and a bit musty interior can give me a headache after too long, but the search in here warms my book-reading and writing soul. My fingers walk along the spines and invariably discover a neat little gem worth some perusal. I almost never walk out without finding something of interest, though I'm not always in a buying mood. Their varied selection is quite well organized, and better than average in price. I don't feel as though I am being robbed just because I wanted to buy used and spare a tree or promote reducing, reusing, recycling, and such.
My one headache (aside from the smell) is the number of boxes lying about the floor. I despise seeing unsorted books of completely unknown provenance surrounding me, as I so very rarely have the time to dig through them all and see if a desired tome is in there. It's the reason I love Powell's so: everything is out on their floor to ceiling shelves, basically; even if it's more than I can take in all at once without being overloaded, it's helpful. I don't worry I've missed something. I wish it weren't so common here. I deserve to be lazy, dammit! I don't like disorganization, I really don't.
Staff is knowledgeable and extremely friendly, and they quickly sort through books brought in for trade/credit or checking your purchases out. I give them a plus for that.
Parking around here, however, is a bitch and then some. The adjacent lot is reserved for the chiropractors who throw down a dozen signs "for patrons only!" The three spots in front are metered, like so much of Ferndale. The free lot around the corner is getting perilously close to the library and the WAB, therefore encompassing some of the most haphazard parking that looks like a pair of three year olds fighting over toy cars smashed them altogether without consideration for anyone else. I can't exactly walk in and out with books aplenty that way, so it's a pain to find adequate places to stow the car. I don't mind walking, but could they work out a spot or two with their neighbours? read more