Their catalog was really something special, including tons of stuff that couldn’t be found alongside their well-known books in a bookstore. Off the top of my head: chartreuse fuzzy monster paw gloves, a selection of “fancy” yo-yos with ball bearings and such, a cigar box that came pre-loaded with an assortment of covet-able childhood knickknacks. All of it (or at least everything I ever ordered from them) was highly-curated high-quality stuff—-no dollar store junk!