In the garage tucked into a shelf behind a few teetering stacks of books, there is a box.
Full of books.
These books are special, though not for any literary quality or monetary value. I’ve had most of these cheap paperbacks since I was old enough to be out buying books on my own, say, around fifth grade or so. With limited resources and few shopping opportunities (mostly second-hand shops, Friends of the Library sales, Scholastic book fairs and occasional visits to an actual bookstore)...