"My grandmother is, my mom went bolting in the opposite direction soon as she could," Lyra said, only half listening to herself because she was trying to place where she knew this book from. No solid memory stuck, but it felt important, which meant it must've been important to Jocelyn. Well, it was beautifully illustrated, and the paper as she flicked through each page had a lovely thickness to it. It wouldn't've been a cheap book, and back when Jocelyn and Jem were two struggling adults providing for a small child instead of their current household number of three, something like this would've been precious.
Which meant that Lyra's leading theory about the fate of the book she must be remembering was that Jem had gotten rid of it when Lyra was very young, probably in some rebellious flounce that was designed specifically to hurt Jocelyn, but in a way that Jem could claim was purely her own personal rebellion against the church. One that would give Jem cause to tell Jocelyn to get over herself because it wasn't about her (even though it completely was.) Lyra had witnessed enough of these clashes growing up that she could picture the tone in both women's voices perfectly.
Lyra didn't agree with the church a whole lot either, but it'd never been fair on Jocelyn, the way Jem chose to make her statements. Lyra hadn't been able to do much about it as a kid, but that was way back then.
"How much would you sell this for, d'you reckon?" Lyra looked up, from Chloe, to Lena, to Nat, then passed it to Lena so she could have a proper look at it too.