One for the books...

This morning, my mother and I went to the monthly book sale held by the Friends of the Silver City Library. I was browsing through the paperbacks right next to a woman doing the same thing. Her husband was browsing for her at another table. He said, "Here's a V.C. Andrews." She said, "I've read all those." A minute later, he said, "How about this?" She went over to look at the book and said to him, "It's the second book in a 'treeology.' I don't want that." I stood pondering the term treeology. If I hadn't been where I was--at a book sale--I would've thought it was a specialized branch of botany. But context is everything, they say.