As a former academic who dedicated his esoteric book on Japanese baseball to his kids, I have zero expectations that they will read it.

Sure, maybe you can own a copy, or at the very least page through it and be like, “leaf cutter ants, what a doozy!” But I think it’s more than reasonable that authors — particularly experts in their field — know their audience is like 10 people, and that their child is almost never one of those people.

And if I had a nickel for every time other academics told me to read a book that had absolutely no relevance to my interests, I woulda been the one to buy Twitter at a ridiculous price.