Libraries: Frozen Books Do not Read Better

I love the rain. It's beautiful, rythmatic and soothing. It cleanses and lifts my spirit. It revitalizes the world and all who live in it. It's also cold and wet and I seem to have forgotten my coat. To make matters worse, I'm stuck in the library where appearenlty they keep the AC on some Kelvin setting. I assume they are scared the books will spontaniously combust under the emense body heat of the 12 people in here but I can't be sure. The person in charge of the thermostat may just be a sadist.