Once a year, whether we need to or not, we make a pilgrimage to a big-city bookstore. This time it was in Calgary. Our resulting stack (most of which is shown here) was about 16 inches tall and included some humour, some fluff, some sequels, some enticing new fiction and a bit of non-fiction for good measure.
All the kids were thrilled with this bibliophilic visit, even after a long day of driving and violin-shopping. I loaded them up with decafs and they spent a blissful couple of hours browsing, as did I.
The cashier laughed when we went to pay ... partly I think at the size of our stack, but also at the eager faces of the four kids.