Just one more, mum! Just one more!

14 books later and here he is.

I remember that feeling so well. Going to the library and spending ages choosing as many books as I was allowed to take out. Going to the counter and getting them stamped. Getting home and laying them all out to gaze upon. Then picking each one up, flicking through and choosing one to read. I used to get a buzz out of that. Still do.

I think nerdiness might be a family trait. Sorry boys.