Book Shifting

So Wayne and I had just attended a book lecture. The author in question--a nineteenth-century writer named Nunez--had written a series of Narnia-like books and then died without telling anyone how to sequence them for reading, and there was great debate about whether or not they had been published in the right order. We had the whole set, but--alas--left all but one of them in the taxi. When we went to the bookstore to buy the rest, no one knew what we were talking about, and every time I showed anyone the one book we had left, it turned into a volume of Lord of the Rings.