Dear reader, while the city’s skyline may be ever-changing and rent prices continue to rise like some dystopian nightmare, there are still pockets of literary rebellion left in New York. Bookstores—those glorious dens of printed pages and dusty shelves—continue to exist in this metropolis, clinging on like the stubborn indie films of the literary world. But most of the new ones aren’t actually dusty at all, turning the entire business model on its head.