“Vee said," I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker." "He is not checking out a book with that title." But I wasn't so sure."It's either that or How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.”

“Doughboy," I said. "What is this scroll?""A spell lost in time!" he pronounced. "Ancient words of tremendous power!""Well?" I demanded. "Does it tell how to defeat Set?""Better! The title reads: The Book of Summoning Fruit Bats!”

“And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.”

“I find the title How to Be Good. Curious, I open it up. I'm disappointed to find it's fiction.”

“I wasn't aware that was how I felt, either, until it was out. And now that I've said it like that, I'm not exactly sure it is how I feel. But this isn't a piece of paper I can crumple up and throw away. they aren't words I can cross out to start over. Now they're out, and I know they'll hang here, between us, maybe forever.”

“Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.”