Why had she suddenly thought of that?
Shrugging, she decided before she could catalog any of the books, she should begin repairs. It would be very tedious and meticulous work. But it was work she didn't mind doing. She liked it because she could be alone with her thoughts. Although lately, she wasn't so sure being alone with her thoughts was such a healthy thing.
She decided to work from the bottom up merely because it was easier. She didn't know if Saint Germain had the books in any certain order—she could find none—and until she spoke with him, she didn't want to rearrange them. So, she took a shelf at a time, separating those that needed bindings from those that needed page repairs. And then there were those that needed both, or were in such bad shape and she'd have to have him decide
