No exact locations for you, Missy/Mr. Stalkerism is not something I endorse (much).
Anyway, even though it's a big bookshop (and the big is not exaggerated, it's actually really big), I spend an abnormal amount of time there, reading books with hands on the cover (that's my little game at the moment. I spend my time reading books with hands on the cover). Anyway, right up the back, sandwhiched between a random bookshelf, ages 3-8, young adult and TV & Movie, back against a wall, is my little spot. I think the staff think I'm a piece of furniture.
I also have a chair, along with that. After an afternoon dragging around an abnormally large cardboard box (containing...a rather small canvas?), I decided I DESERVED the chair that I sat on. It's now my chair. Don't question the balance.