That’s terrible. [All the fight goes out of Koby at this injustice, and he sags back against the pillows, looking up at Tim with wide, beseeching, slightly teary eyes.] Why would someone do that?

I don’t read the jackets, it wastes time. I’ll find out what the book is about by reading it. [He’s used to dusty tomes and leather-bound volumes, none of this glossy dust jackets and cover blurb nonsense.] Though I’ve had a little trouble finding objective accounts, I’ve noticed. Everyone has very strong opinions about everything.