Books were one of Harlow's greatest passions. He was only too happy to hand over the ones he'd selected for the prince to consider. They weren't the best reference texts among humanity's works, but they were amusing and he had a feeling that they could all use a bit of amusement these days.
"That one is about a faerie female who has to stop demons from destroying the world. She's the daughter of the West Wind and has some very entertaining crows for company. There's a lot of speaking with animals and unusual sorts. The author even has a wicked warrior prince who knits in his spare time. I thought it was fascinating because I could almost imagine some of her characters being a part of my life at home. Our troop had more than one interesting sort."
Harlow had taught people of all ages in Faerie. Learning brought him the greatest sense of joy he could get while teaching gave him a sense of accomplishment he'd never managed from doing anything else. It was enough to make him really laugh to think that he might trick someone into making use of their time through reading or learning.
"I think that the best kind of productivity is the kind that brings one joy. You should like it otherwise you're a slave to your duties and I don't know about you, but I didn't come here to be a slave. I came here to be free to learn and laugh and maybe love a little---or a lot depending on how friendly the ladies are feeling to a homesick fellow such as myself," Harlow winked at the prince as he waved a hand to the rest of their section on human fantasy fiction, "We've got all these that are in the same line. Humans writing about Faerie. Anything that catches your eye, I might have some idea on whether or not it's been rated well if I've not read it myself."