I adore the odour of secondhand bookshops, a blend of leather, dust and decaying paper that makes me feel calm, happy and oddly reverent as though I was in a church. I must not be alone in this since somebody has even gone to the trouble to create a perfume that is supposed to capture this scent.
I certainly do. I have a small collection of antique books and I love going through books in antique and second hand stores. It's useful if there is a coffee shop nearby for my husband as I can be a long time looking and rarely leave empty handed.
I don't. My husband does and would happily spend hours curled up in a lumpy old chair in a secondhand book shop... but it just makes me squirm. I think of mould and dust and long for lovely clean new books!