Lida says: I first met Nancy in my Aunty Flora’s bedroom. While my aunt was away at school, I’d tiptoe inside and marvel at her treasures, from pearly hair ornaments to grown-up looking books. What really caught my eight-year-old-eyes was a collection of books with dark blue covers featuring an orange silhouette of a girl holding a magnifying glass—my introduction to the one and only girl detective, Nancy Drew.