The truth is, I won't get far from home, but while I am daydreaming . . . .
I could hop a short flight across the pond and hit up Charlie Byrne's in Galway, Ireland. I find driving in Galway more than a little nerve-wracking, so I might get in spitting distance of the bookshop and then wend my way into the nearest pub to steady my nerves. Having a pint or two before going to a bookshop is not the best way to stay within airline weight restrictions for my luggage coming home, so perhaps that's not the best idea.
I could head south, instead of east, and get my seaside book fix at Bicycle Books in Charleston, S.C. With over 1,500 feet of shelf space and a staff cat, this is the kind of place in which I could comfortably ride out a hurricane.