Two of mine will. One of those two will fight you for it. Literally. The other three couldn't give a shit unless you left the room.
Ahh, smelling books. For me, the smell from the pages of any given book will instantly and magically transport me to one of two places; either the school corridor and arts cupboard of junior school - it’s the smell of crayons, plasticine and chalk. Or it’s the smell of the Enid Blyton Bedtime Stories books I used to read before going to sleep at night.
"Run at them, top speed, butt naked with a top hat on. That'll do it. Hold my beer" - The "Hold my beer" guy.