Peter's eyebrows rose slightly, not so much in response to the book as in response to the man himself. Such books and shows were commonplace, and Peter wasn't so old that he didn't know how to work the cable box.
"No," he replied, voice steady and calm. "I suppose it isn't." Peter gave the man a smile, hoping to disarm him. "Would you be so kind as to read the placement number while you're holding it, young man? I'm certain the librarian directed me to this aisle." Maybe he had miscounted. Or misheard. Those were always possibilities. Peter had never been terrific at navigating the stacks in any library.