Somehow Ravenswood Used Books didn’t make the list of the world’s most beautiful bookstores. I stumbled in here in December and didn’t make my way to the exit for a couple hours. Part of that was because I got lost, part of it was because I was mesmerized. I also had to dance intricately around the place in fear of knocking one book out of place and toppling stacks like a game of dominoes. I don’t know what you’re supposed to do if you want the book at the bottom of one his towers of books, but I know this is where I came across David Carr’s Night of the Gun, so it’s now a favorite.