In a snug little corner of Oia, Santorini there’s a tiny bookshop called Atlantis Books. Within this Aladdin’s cave of a space (it pretty much is an actual cave too), precious first editions of Breakfast at Tiffany’s and The Grapes of Wrath sit side by side with glossy best-selling paperbacks. Scribbled philosophy quotes and snippets of poetry dance around the walls and ceiling.  Retired typewriters rest in corners. Sleepy cats flop on the floor. If…