I suppose there are antiques in here; it’s somewhat hard to tell with the small aisles and every available spot taken with, as far as I could see, glass or china of some kind. However, that wasn’t what had my attention. In the back half of the store, from floor to nearly ceiling, are books. Lots of them. On shelves, on the floors in front of the shelves — everywhere I looked and tried to walk, I dodged or stepped around, books. There are no signs delineating sections. Nevertheless, as the owner assured me, the books are sorted and arranged by genre. Maybe. I didn’t pay attention. He offered to help me find what I needed and did check back later to ask if I found what I sought. I think that’s the fun of a shop like this when I don’t need something and aren’t on the clock: exploration. All those words, all that imagination, all that knowledge, cast off by another, there for me. I sometimes wonder what happens to the hardcover books populating mostly libraries and the homes of elderly friends and relatives, or even the coffee tables or fireplace mantels of others. I think I know. They end up here. Browsery has books, mostly older and classic books, but with a reasonable mix of paperback and more modern titles. Oh, and they have antiques, too.