I was not aware until last week that Periodicals Paradise had moved up to the Hollywood District (from the spot on Hawthorne that is now solely occupied by House, that big vintage flea market-y place). I think it happened forever ago. No one told me. In case any of y’all are equally out of the loop, they’re now at 1928 NE 42nd. Check out how many Lurlene McDaniel books they had:

Goodbye Doesn’t Mean Forever, I Want to Live, Until Angels Close My Eyes… Eugh.

I took home the elusive Final Friends 1: The Party, by Christopher Pike (which Powells SAYS they have in stock but I have been repeatedly unable to locate on the shelf—and dude needs to make a comeback, he’s the Judy Blume of YA horror), and backup copies of books 2 and 3 in the His Dark Materials trilogy, all for $1 apiece. They also had every single Piers Anthony book I am embarrassed to have read, plus loads of cheap, non-sucky sci-fi as well.