While cleaning out some stuff at home I found the following buried deep in stuff that I must have been given years ago. Good luck!
There are 36 books of the Bible hidden in the following:
(shhhh. don't tell people where they are yet. maybe just say how many you have found)

While motoring in Palestine my friend O. Dusty Baker and I met Chief Moth Mujud, gesticulating wildly. His fez, raiment and features were odd. I never saw so dismal a chief. On market days he pumps alms from everyone, a most common practice. A glance shows that he acts queerly. Excuse me speaking so, but he was showing a crowd how they used to revel at Ionian bouts, when the brew seems bad. A fakir was sitting on a humble horse, whose appearance was quite interesting – he was wearing as comic a hat as they make. He pointed up eternally toward a rudely carved J on a high cliff.

My companions excitedly cried, “See that J, Oh, now I know we are near the ancient Ai. Was this Ai a holy place?” From answer given elsewhere, I’ll say not.

We asked the age of the big stone J. “O eleven centuries at least,” he said. I knew that in such a jam escort was necessary. Besides, our car was stuck in a rut here. So leaving the sedan, I elbowed nearer the fakir. A toothless hag gained access to his side, and paused to rest herself. She asked, “Do you have a treasure?” To which I retorted: “Not I. Moth, you know – tell us. Chief Moth Mojud expressed a desire to show us, however, warning someone may try to steal or annex O Dusty Baker’s goods along the way.

Now I am at the work of tracing the missing cargo of tobacco that belonged to him. That’s my job. To the chief’s expression of sorrow over the tobacco loss I answered, “well, you did warn us.”

My brother might be able to help us. He is a lawyer; however, he is a bit of a tramp, rover, BS from Harvard. His name is Eugene. Sister is working with him as well. They asked, “Well, where is that rover, prodigal at?” I answered that it used to be incorrect to use ‘at’ that way (never use a preposition at the end of the sentence) but everyone does it anyway. By the way, the flu kept Eugene at home this year. It really is too bad, I, a homebody, am the one roaming the Orient looking for treasure, while he - a tramp - at home in bed.

Okay, I can move on to something more productive.

Thanks, Tom, for doing this on a Friday and not a Monday.

Yep, killed some time today looking at this. Isn't quite as easy as I thought it would be.

Thanks Tom!

15 so far. Its been a 1/2 hour. As was said above not as easy as one thinnks

so, WDIK, were you able to find any of the hidden books over the weekend. curious minds want to know.
If my memory serves me correctly it took me a while to find the last couple, I still remember what the last one was - that is how much it sticks in my mind. someday maybe I will even give you the answers. ha. me?
as Janet said, it really isn't that easy, but that is what I liked about this puzzle!

I actually had completed the puzzle before I posted. Otherwise I would have been unable to "move on to something more productive."