Jazillion

Why hadn't she thought about this? He was professor. Of course he'd have a jazillion books...and there were, floor to ceiling, all the way around the room. Crammed in together. Stacked on the floor in places. Stacked on tables. She'd thought the Glass House was a reader's paradise, but this...

While I've gazed at the sky from my sleeping bag on isolated mountaintops in Montana and southern beaches of Mexico and seen a jazillion stars basking in the peace of the evening, only in Rishikesh do the jazillion merge upon another bajillion jazillion and seem to lay overhead thick as glittering ceiling tiles.