"No better place to be!" Aziraphale loved books so much that he'd opened his own shop on the pretense that he was trying to blend in with the humans, when really he needed an excuse to horde his own personal collection.
"A ghost?" He looked this way and that, somewhat concerned. "Why, no. I haven't. I didn't realize there was one about. Sorry." The name of the title caused him to nod. "Published in 1933 by James Hilton. I remember when it came out. Very popular. It's not my usual kind of read, fiction, but it has a nice moral, even though the end... ah! I shouldn't spoil the ending for you, if you're still reading it. Perhaps you would like to discuss it afterward?"
Her next statement came as a surprise. "You're from a place that didn't have dictionaries or thesauruses? How sad! Before the printing press, there were written documents, but they were jotted down by hand in Latin, and not for general distribution. Ignorance was rapant... it was called the 'Dark Ages' for a reason. Although..." he became introspective. "I recall my colleagues being pleased at the amount of faith people had, when actually there was a lot of fear."
Trying not to let his brooding get the better of him, he quickly changed the subject to be more chipper. "If your friend isn't around, I might be able to select something for you? "