Julia watched as the young gentleman moved around the store lighting the lamps. "Dickens?" She asked him. "His new one? I'll have to get that one. I do enjoy some of his work." She shook her head about poetry, though it was nice and could be romantic she wasn't much in the poetry mood. Perhaps the next time she came. "Voltaire? I'm not sure I know that one," she frowned as she tried to think. "What exactly is Voltaire?" She asked him wondering if she sounded dense.