We didn't need any more books. We honestly didn't. But then we went into town, and entered the bookshop. Fran and I, just the two of us - and she never even used to like books.
She somehow managed to convince me I needed to buy her these books:
Het menselijk lichaam - a Dutch translation of The Human Body, by Steve Parker, because "Look, Mum! A pop-up model of the brain!" and "Just look at this! Eyes!"
And it was only €10, so how could I possibly resist?
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 1, Poster Annual 2011, or actually the Dutch version, with those ridiculous Dutch names, but even so... I mean, Harry Potter.
Page upon page of movie pictures. How could I possibly say no?
Gebouwd in Verbeelding: Het Nederlands Stripmuseum. With works from not only Dutch comic artists, but also international artists like Lorenzo Mattotti - one of Lizzy's favourites.
How could I refuse?
Then there was this book on How to be a Viking, by Ari Berk, with beautiful illustrations, pop-ups and lots of little extras.
How could I deny her this little treasure?
Then there was this:
An antique copy of Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities.
"Printed from the edition that was carefully corrected by the Author in 1867 and 1868."
With the original illustrations. The book smells of old books. When I turn the pages – not all of them of equal size – I'm not in my own living room anymore, but in the library of some ancient castle, sitting in front of a blazing hearth fire, while torrents of rain are whipping against the windows.
At only €10, I was sold.