If I was being sealed up and sold, please don't put any of my books in with me. Don't get me wrong, I love my books, but I'm sure that if I did keep reading and rereading them for all eternity, I'd want to rewrite them. Over and over. You see?
Instead, seal me in with a parrot, rubics cube, and bicyle. I know, the bicyle won't do me much good until I get out, but I like to be ready.