If Beau has to spend even another minute in the library, she's going to kick over some nerd's table. She can hear every cough, every page turn, especially after her recent meditation; it all gets under her skin, bunching into knots. It's not that she can't get anything out of those books, it's that words on a page can't drown out the words in her head, overlapping voices reminding her she's not a damn thing she's supposed to be.