"These aren't light names," he said as he stood up and glanced around the library. "You think books put themselves back at night or not?" Without waiting for an answer, Raylan started sticking the books in random spots, eager to come back later to see if the library reorganized itself.

"I started readin' when I was young to get away from the noise of the house," he offered as he emptied his hand to the last, turning to stare at the cushions. "Better than listenin' to the noise of Arlo and Francis argue.. 'Course, I was readin' Hardy Boys and Stephen King at that point. Whatever fiction that I could.. Treasure Island, some Issac Asimov."