Warmth spread over his features at Eli’s reception. His smile was soft and almost relieved that Eli enjoyed his selection. There weren’t a lot of people his age who genuinely enjoyed poetry and more of the older works that James built his academic life around.

“She’s a bit past the period I studied most, but I am deeply fond of her works. A highly underrated poet.”

He glances toward the books again, then back to Eli. “What else have you chosen for us?”