Percy's choice of words left a little to be desired, and one of Tracey's eyebrows rose daintily and almost imperceptibly before returning to its rightful place. The man had a point.
She was quiet a moment, her gaze lost in the half distance between herself and the bookshelf in front of her. Soon, Tracey turned her head to look at Percy, nodded, and stated, "I'm stupid. Why didn't I think of that? Then there'd be no need to read. God, I'm stupid. Thank you, Percy. If I can avoid the books, I will."
That decided, she returned her attention to the matter of his book of paintings. "Did you want help choosing a coffee table book?"