There were far more books on the table than could be read in the tie it would take for the library to close. JC didn't care. Not exactly. Part of him cared to make the life of the poor librarians as painless as possible. However, life had only just him allowed him to even enter the library and he wasn't about to give up his cross referenceable material to make a librarian's life easier. Sure, public libraries were the boon of homeless existance for the most part, but Kine society didn't account Kindred and the reality of sunset. JC had had to wake, move to the library and collect a number of books. Alll within a certain number of minutes. Because in a certain number of minutes the space of knowledge would close. Expelling the blood sucking parasites that wished desperately to read the words they offered.
Which was hard enough as it was. The Christian church had done its job (maybe even the Lance). There were few books on modern paganism. Fewer still that weren't New Age. Granted, JC wasn't sure if he should be focusing on New Age material. However, given Kindred propensity for the ancient and tradition, he was trying to focus on older sources.
Havamal, Eddas, the Ulster Cycle.
It was... boring. It took effort to remain focused and the Gangrel mind didn't help. It looked for a distraction. A meal.
Something beyond the pile of pages and words he'd set in front of it.