Modern fantasy was not always Booker's favorite genre. He did have a preference for fiction, of course, but he liked Hemingway and C.S. Lewis. Tolkien classic fantasy? He enjoyed that. He hadn't enjoyed Harry Potter when that was big.

"You had to pick a book I was less likely to steal, didn't you?" He pushed off from the wall and returned to floating along on his back.

He smiled a little, mostly amused by Nicky's reading choices. He wasn't in the mood to argue about book quality right now. "I'll probably be here for a few more hours. You can join me whenever you'd like."