[She hides a laugh in her goblet. Ah, yes. Volo. The man sure does seem to take some liberties with whatever he might be getting his excessively adventurous self into. A wonder he hasn't perished yet. If she ever thinks she's reckless, at least she isn't Volo.]

That's all... incredibly fair. It'd probably be hard for anyone who was a book enthusiast to pick a single genre over the others. Doesn't help that sometimes one's in a mood to read a certain kind of story and that will undoubtedly affect what the preference is, even if only fleetingly.

[Tipping her head this way and that, she finds herself looking about at his collection. She'll have to peruse it for herself at some point. She doesn't mind a little reading material late at night. Provided it's not too complex for her to grasp.]

Have you ever thought about writing a book yourself?