BOOKS!!!! I LOVE the books! I dream of books! I sleep with books in, on, under, and around my bed!
Some of them are tarot books, and they are my crutches. If it's been a while since taking out a deck (I hoarde them all, my preciouseses, but can go literally a year or more between readings) the books come out and are spread all over the place for quick reference. This happened more when I first started reading, and gradually they were used less and less.
Eventually most people reach a breaking point, where the book meanings don't make any sense and the pictures read like a child's book. I remember when this happened to me very clearly - it was a simple five-card spread, no particular meanings to the positions, and the book meanings for the cards were just a jumble that didn't fit together in any sensible manner. It didn't matter WHICH book or combination of books were tried, it just didn't work. I literally got mad enough to throw a couple of the books against a wall, then just sat down and stared at the cards. My son (about a year old at the time) crawled up into my lap, and pointed at the cards, so I used the pictures on the spread to tell him a story - and it was one of the most accurate readings of that particular period for me.
There are still times in which the intuitive or storybook readings don't work. The books are still here, still reliable crutches, and make a good cushion to fall back on when the energy just won't come through. Sort of like writer's block - you know it's there, but it won't come out right. And they still work wonders for me.