Turning my head, my grimoire was flying into the wall for no apparent reason. I didn’t quite give it sentience, it worked off my subconscious mainly. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t get it’s own personality over time. Including flying into the wall. It was a good thing I cushioned the book so there were no imprints or holes on the wall. Telepathically, I ordered the book to lay on my bed, which it did so without complaints.