I’m so very sorry, Tired. That’s tragic. I, too, hope that your book are somewhere cherished by someone old enough to remember how good a book feels in your hand. And the smell of an aged one. I won’t mention taste, as that brings back too many memories of Triskit’s fixation with the glue binding of some of my older volumes.
Fortunately, I was able to hold onto my old, aged books, which are my favorites. I loved them too much to give them away.