"A few books do talk and they are are mainly for those who can not read or have trouble reading. The books that speak are very rare and quite valuable. This whole section is full of talking books. To use a talking book you stroke or pet the spine of the book so that it wakens slowly. It will speak the title then asks if you wish to hear the story. " Mystique spoke gently as she stroked another book.<br/><br/>"My title is Moby Dick by  Herman Melville. Do you to hear the story or a summery of the story." The book asked.<br/><br/>"Just a small bit of the beginning for demonstration purposes, please." Mystique spoke firmly as she pulled the book off the shelf. As the story was read the words lit up in various colors.<br/><br/>"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. " the book spoke.<br/><br/>"That will be enough, thank you." Mystique closed the book and placed it on the shelf once more.<br/>"There are many things on this ship that may be a bit strange to you." Mystique spoke to Lord Lyons as she smiled at him. She just happened to notice how handsome he was and he was very distinguished looking as well. She looked at his left to hand but did not see a ring.