I’m not much on gifts during Christmas as I think there is a lot of disappointment that comes with it, most of the time because one never gets what he/she wants due to lack of expressing their wishes. Let’s face it, we made it incredibly easy for our parents by writing “Santa” a letter and even included some sweet stickers or sugar coating our own parents when we pretended that we still believed in him.
So that’s what gift cards are for these days right? True, but I personally think there’s nothing more personal than buying someone a good book that you really enjoyed or that they might be interested in topic wise. Need reasons why? Next time you see them you guys can discuss the book, plot or whatever it is you want to talk about on the book. Sharing books is just as cool of a gift, in fact if the book is used more power to you. That used book will have character, been places, seen things that the reader has no idea about. Want to share books this year? Ask the people living with me, I probably have a collection the size of a University library, maybe smaller…like one of those book stores at the airport. Oh by the way, I’m bi-lingual so if you are looking for a french one…I probably have that one too.
Some wicked cool home libraries that I would like to someday reproduce or build similarly:
There’s nothing I love more than walking into a friends home and seeing a book I have read or looks interesting. Growing up constantly moving places, this was the one thing my mother held on to; her book collection. I always remember being too young to understand what half these books meant or what they were about but always thought the sight of bookshelves filled beyond capacity looked so cool. We owned some books that were so old they looked like those leather bound secret books that a Hollywood movie character would hide his stash of money and small revolver. Some in fact had aged so much the bindings had fallen apart and my mother kept them neatly together with twine tied in a bowstring. Needless to say, books had a lasting effect on my youth. To this day, those who know me well can tell you that I start entirely way too many books at the same time.
Kiss or Kill, confessions of a serial climber by Mark Twight
[side note]: If anyone has or knows of a used copy floating around, I’m willing to trade (I will update this as a side bar too):