I walk into the house with the mail, including the book I've just got from an eBay auction. "Child, come here," I call, and she comes downstairs.

"I have a book," I said.

She looks interested as I cut open the package. "What kind of book?"

"A book about dead things," I say, as I pull this out and hand it to her.

"Dead things," she repeats, smiling. "Kewl." And she takes it back upstairs with her.