Expecting an answer about what books Billy knew at best, Claudia's eyes widened and she pressed, "Are they still there...?" How curious she was about just how much Lestat had kept from her was overridden easily with a squeal of delight at the array of books that made her trip to the library even more miserable. She could have just come down the street and put in a request. She collected up as many that would fit in her arms, tracing the titles as she read them.