Large Print
Killing Kennedy: the end of Camelot by Bill O'Reilly and Martin Dugard. The Large Print Monster teeters above you.
Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver. The stacks of books seem to reach into space.
A Winter Dream by Richard Paul Evans. A sudden gust of wind sways the stack sideways.
Last Man by Vince Flynn. At first, just a few copies at the top curl downward.
Sleep No More by Iris Johansen. Suddenly the whole stack starts to peel off as in a simile I cannot think of.
The Bridge by Karen Kingsbury. You fall to your knees, vainly covering your head from the tons of paper cascading down.
Dodger by Terry Pratchett. "No! No! Why did you let this happen?!" you scream to the Library Director.
Bone Bed by Patricia Cornwell. "Stop exaggerating," says the Library Director, "I'm weeding the old stuff and we can do a better shift after the renovation."
EDIT: I just noticed two of the titles listed above are regular print. Oh, well. My observation stands.
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