Literature wasn't really her bag, at the end of the day. She enjoyed it sometimes, definitely, could lose herself in a good book, but Tolstoy and the other overly wordy last-century Great Western Canon Authors were not the books you lost yourself in, they were the books you lost your mind reading. She didn't have time for that, nope, thanks. But this kid was amusing, at least, and appeared intent on making as many odd library jokes as she could manage.
Cosima came to the corner of the shelf between them and stepped around, leaning on the row of biographies closest to the aisle. Did all these people even exist? What a zany library. "I'm beginning to think someone totally misinformed you about the purpose of libraries in general. Although that's a hell of a kink. Although, it would really suck if you only got off on the 1977 edition. 76? 78? Nope. Just 77."