She instead turned her attention to find one of these carts of which Madam Pince had spoke, seeing a few at the end of aisles with stacks of discarded books piled upon them. Moving to the furthest cart, she picked up the first book and turned it over in her hand. This couldn’t be that difficult of a task; it was a library. Which meant each book had a home, designated by content, author, and title. Usually the spine of the book had a tag on it with the information in a row of letters and numbers. Or so that was how libraries in her world worked, in which she had spent much of her free time. 