When I was a very small child I had a very large bookshelf that was full of very odd books, including an intimidatingly large one comprised of bizarre bedtime stories used to scare German children to sleep. However, my favorite book was the Complete Works of Lewis Carroll, which i flipped through on the regular. I had no idea what was happening in his stories and poems, but they all sounded so fantastic that I wanted to go wherever he was talking about. At some point I noticed it was a library book last checked out in 1977, and when I asked my mom why that was, she just shrugged and said she took it from her college library. I retroactively support that decision.