“Can we go buy a book today, Mom?” His eyes were full of hope. He had asked for a cat book for his birthday. “But your birthday isn’t until next week,” replied his mother. The child’s shoulders slumped in disappointment and he went to his room. An hour later, when she went in to call him for dinner, she found him surrounded by his books. The shelves were empty. When she asked him what on earth he was doing, he grinned. “This is my book party!” The adult laughed. Their dinner went cold as she read out his favourite books to him.