I live in many bodies and have many minds, all blended together for one purpose.
Taking me from my library would be like taking a thousand turtles from their collective shells.
Difficult, oh so difficult, but likely possible, given time.
It would be HELL to do.
Especially since I'd just have back up parts of me popping up the moment you let your attention drift.
Like a really persistent weed.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather