Mobius relaxes against the shelves at his back. It's not exactly comfortable, but his shoulders sag some of the tension out anyway as his gaze goes upward at the various spines of books, and the edges of things not books jutting out from up top and their perches on other shelves.

"Anything that lets me learn something is the best. Books on magical theory are fascinating. Ones about other cultures, those ones are handy. And in fiction, I like a good rousing adventure, but something cozy and warm between all the excitement we already get is a nice reprieve." It's a better answer than 'everything' which was originally on his tongue. Because he knows that's disingenuous. Even if he'll give anything a try once.

"We had a book club." He frowns a little at the ceiling. "Actually, I don't know if it's still being kept up. I just know that the woman who originally started it isn't here anymore, so if nothing else, the numbers dwindled."