“Are you sure Charlotte even wants first editions of those books?” Harry asks, grumpy.

“I want her to have them.” I recall how she went on and on about starting her own book collection. She was incredibly drunk, so I doubt she remembers it. But I do. I managed to get the names of some of the authors she likes, and the rest of the information I found in her apartment, on the small book shelves.

Women usually like diamonds and jewelry, but I think Charlotte has a preference for simpler ...