"Okay, sure." Sam snorted at the strangeness of the situation, flicking her own hands up in concession. Anything that could conceivably shorten the time she spent scrounging was worth a shot. "Dracula, by Bram Stoker. The Diary of Anne Frank. The Diary of a Wimpy Kid. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. The Colour Purple. House of Leaves. Ah, Carrie, by Stephen King. Any one of those, and maybe, just maybe, to be alone and inpecting what's available without any distractions."

Since you do seem to be particularly prone to this and then that taking your attention. There's evidence before my eyes suggesting as much, and so very strongly.