So, my brother is working on a project in the middle of Alaska. There is a store that that has literally thousands of books in the basement. Old books. Like… many have Klondike era import (to AK) dates. And printed well before that. So he texts a pic to my eldest, an avid reader. A bookworm who has 4 years of Latin for her foreign language. He sends her a pic on an ancient tome and asks if she like to come up and pick up fifty pounds of hundred-year-plus old books. The book is one of a set of four in Latin, in Alaska, been there a long time. The kid darn near is vibrating with excitement. BOOKS! OLD BOOKS!!!! ANCIENT, even! No idea what it says (not great at Latin, but she can read it properly and recognize some of the root words, but details are lost), but it’s very cool looking. She’s too busy to go right now, but… yeah, she’s a nerd of the best type, the book-nerd. By luck, hard work, skill, or the grace of God she seems to have turned out pretty well.