Last weekend Cal and I went to the Book Mill in Montague, Mass. As the name implies, it's an old mill refurbished into a bookstore and coffee shop. There's a raging river behind the mill, out the window.
It was a nice place but the prices were a bit high for a used bookstore (especially compared to the Book Barn). We both got this weird vibe from the place though. There were signs everywhere saying no cell phone use, and if you use your laptop there you're only welcome to come back infrequently. There was even a sign in the cafe that said no electronic use between 12-5 pm. I understand the desire to have a minimal technology place, but honestly the way the signs were worded and the atmosphere was just sort of snobbish and ignorant to us.
The best part about it was that there was an old book of Lord Byron's poetry, with an inscription in it from 1912, and an old newspaper clipping someone used as a bookmark. I didn't buy it, but I've always wanted to start an old book collection. If you ever wanted to get me something, an old book with a handwritten inscription is pretty much a foolproof gift.