What kind of teenager doesn't have leisure time? Fuck, who would even say "leisure time"? His eyebrows creased in thought for a second, but he said nothing on the subject. Different strokes.

"All of the older stuff is classic -- stuff that's stood the test of time." The volumes on the shelves stood out, dull bindings next to the lurid contemporary -- well, contemporary to some time -- books all screaming for attention in large (and sometimes embossed) font. "You can't go wrong with, say," he said, setting the paperback he was holding sideways on a shelf and running one hand along the shelf. Whoever stocked the library did have a sense of irony. He pulled down a copy of Alice in Wonderland and held it out. "This one."